As he got up his look indicated that he was trying to hide his annoyance.
"This is something of a surprise, Mrs.Charnock," he said politely.
"However, if there's anything I can do--" "You can sit down again in the meantime," Sadie replied, and occupied a chair opposite, with the quirt on her knee.

"To begin with, if you're writing to your Winnipeg friend, you had better wait a bit." "I'm not writing to Winnipeg; but don't see what this has to do with your visit." "Then you haven't sent off Bob's cheque yet! I mean to get it back." Wilkinson saw that he had made a rash admission.

Mrs.Charnock was cleverer than he thought.
"If Bob wants it back, why didn't he come himself ?" "He doesn't know I have come," Sadie answered calmly.
Wilkinson studied her and did not like her look.

Her face was hard, her color higher than usual, and her eyes sparkled ominously.
"Well," he said, "you told me you would pay no more of your husband's debts, but this is not a debt.

Besides, the money must be Bob's, since he gave me the cheque." "Why did he give it you ?" The question was awkward, because Wilkinson did not want to state that he had persuaded Bob to join him in a speculation.