As it is--" "There is Rome," he exclaimed, "or some of the smaller places! We have money for a time.

We could get another draft, perhaps, from Wenham." She shook her head.

"We are just as safe here as anywhere on the Continent," she remarked.
Once more he struck the table.

Then he threw out his hands above his head with the melodramatic instinct which had always been strong in his blood.
"Do you think that I am a fool ?" he cried.

"Do you think I do not know that if there were not something moving in your brain you would think no more of that clerk, that bourgeois estate agent, than of the door-mat beneath your feet?
It is what I always complain about.