"Thank you. Are you the man in the case?"
"There is no case," he said coolly.
"Then why worry about me?"
He folded his arms, sullenly at bay; yet had no premonition of what to expect from her.
"You were very brutal to me," she said at length.
"I know it; and I did not intend to be. The words came."
"You had me at your mercy; and showed me little—a very little at first. Afterward, none."
"The words came," he repeated; "I'm sick with self-contempt, I tell you."
She set her white-gloved elbow on the window sill and rested her chin in her palm.
"That—money," she said with an effort. "You set—some—aside for me."