"Didn't you understand what I wrote? Isn't it plain enough?" she demanded excitedly.
"No. You'd better get ready, Elena."
"Is that as much of a man as you are—when I tell you I'd rather be Mr. Desboro's——"
Something behind the fixed grin on her husband's face made her hesitate and falter. Then he swung heavily around and looked at Desboro.
"How much are you in this, anyway?" he asked, still grinning.
"Do you expect an answer?"
"I think I'll get one."
"I think you won't get one out of me."
"Oh. So you're at the bottom of it all, are you?"