And now--" "Well, and now ?" Ferrol interrupted.
"Well, now we'll have to do something." "You mean, to go away ?" he asked, with a little shrug of his shoulder.
She nodded her head.
He was depressed: he had had a hemorrhage that morning, and the road seemed to close in on him on all sides.
"How are we to live ?" he asked, with a pitiful sort of smile.
She looked up at him steadily for a moment, without speaking.

He did not understand the look in her eyes, until she said: "You have that five thousand dollars!" He drew back a step from her, and met her unwavering look a little fearfully.

She knew that--she--! "When did you find it out ?" he asked.
"The morning we were married," she replied.
"And you--you, Christine, you married me, a thief!" She nodded again.
"What difference could it make ?" she asked.

"I wouldn't have been happy if I hadn't married you.

And I loved you!" "Look here, Christine," he said, "that five thousand dollars is not for you or for me.