"Well, of course, Kemp had a right to go if he wanted to. And perhaps you will like a Jap better. You always said Kemp was too independent."
"He is," shortly, "but I hate to be upset. It seems as if everything goes wrong these days. What did you want with me, Madge?"
Her eyelashes flickered as she surveyed him. "I wanted to see you—smile, Georgie."
"You didn't bring me down here to tell me that——" But in spite of himself the corners of his lips curled. "Oh, what's the answer, Madge?" he said, and laughed in spite of himself.
"I wanted to talk a little about—your Becky."
His laughter died at once. "Well, I'm not going to talk about her."
"Please—I am dying of curiosity—I hear that she is very—rich, Georgie."
"Rich?"
"Yes. She has oodles of money——"