Flomerfelt did as he was bid, not omitting to kiss the hand that she had extended to him.
"Now, Flomerfelt," she began, an anxious look on a face that was usually expressionless, "I want to know just where I stand in all this. For if there's going to be a crash, I want to know precisely what I've got—that is, how much money?"
Flomerfelt did not answer at once.
"You know," he said slowly, "that it has not been the custom of Peter V. to give money to his wife, rather, I should say, to put money in her name. Like every other business man, he has always needed ready cash, and——"
"But how do I stand?" she interrupted, impatiently. "What have I got? Tell me; I must know."
"Well, to begin with, there are your jewels," he declared. "They are worth thousands—perhaps hundreds of thousands."
"And this house stands in my name, doesn't it?" she asked, brushing away the question of a few hundred thousands.
"It does," was his brief answer, but without enthusiasm.
"And the house is worth at least ten million dollars, isn't it?" she went on, with some show of satisfaction. "That's what it cost to build."