"No! No! Not for anything!"

"I've lent him money before--"

"But he'd never forgive Polly. He--he's one of those men who make an

awful fuss on the first of every month when his wife's bills come in."

"There must be a bass chorus on the first of every month in San

Francisco--"

"Oh, please don't jest. She must have this money."

"She may have it--on those terms. I'll have no business dealings with

women of the Polly Roberts sort. That would be the last I'd ever see of

the twenty thousand--"

"I never thought you were stingy!"

Ruyler, in spite of his tearing anxiety, laughed outright. "Is that your

idea of how the indulgent American husband becomes rich?"

"Oh--of course I wouldn't have you lose such a sum. I really have learned

the value of money in the abstract, although I can't care for it as much

as men do."

"I have no great love of money, but there is a certain difference between

a miser and a levelheaded business man--"

"Price, I must have that money. Polly--oh, I am afraid she will

kill herself!"

"Not she. A more selfish little beast never breathed. She'll squeeze the

money out of some one, never fear! But I think I'll lock up your jewels

in case you are tempted to raise money on them for her--Darling!"

Helene, without a sound, had fainted.




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