She turned on him with sudden fury.
"Oh, shut up!" she cried. "I know my own business!"
"And I know mine," he told her, slowly and dangerously. "And I warn you to go slow unless I give the word."
She stared at him a moment, and he stared back. Then, quite deliberately, she walked over to him until her breast almost touched him. Her eyes were half closed, and a little smile parted her full lips.
"Charley," she drawled wickedly, "I warn you to go slow. And I warn you not to interfere with me—or I might interfere with you!"
Morrell shrugged his shoulders, and turned away with an assumption of indifference.
"Please yourself. But I can't afford a scandal just now."
"You can't afford a scandal!" she cried, and laughed hardly.
"Not just now," he repeated.