"That's what I say! I said so to Faith, and told her that it would very likely be worth while to overlook things for the sake of your money, but...."
The Beggar Man turned with a roar like a wounded lion.
"You told her that!"
"I did." Her hard blue eyes met his unflinchingly. "Money's the only thing in the world worth having when you've never had any, and I know! I believe I'd marry Old Nick himself if he offered me ten thousand a year and a car of my own."
Forrester swore under his breath.
"Women are all the same," he said bitterly. "Ready to sell their souls for jewels and luxury."
"Well," said Peg, "I don't know that you can talk! Anyway, it's no business of mine, only that's why Faith won't see you."
The Beggar Man's face hardened in a way that made him almost ugly; he was not used to being thwarted.
He went close to Peg as she stood guarding the doorway.