"
He vented a scornful sound that was like a hoot. "In furthering a
lick-spittle--yes. But not a MAN!"
"Our ideas on some subjects are hopelessly apart."
She suddenly realized that this whole conversation had been
deliberately planned by him; that he had, indeed, been debating
within himself their future life, and that he had decided that the
time was ripe for a frank talk with her. It angered her that she
had not realized this sooner, that she had been drawn from her
position, had been forced to discuss with him on his own terms and
at his own time and in his own manner. She felt all the fiery
indignation of the schemer who has been outwitted.
"Your tone," said she, all ice, "makes it impossible for a well-
bred person to discuss with you. Let us talk of something else, or
of nothing at all."
"No. Let's thresh it out now that we've begun. And do try to keep
your temper. There's no reason for anger. We've got to go back to
civilization. We've got to live after we get there. We want to
live comfortably, as satisfactorily for both as our income
permits. Now, what shall we do? How shall we invest our eight
thousand a year--and whatever your grandmother allows you? I don't
need much.
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