What are you staring at?
Do you suppose I'm not sorry?
Do you fancy I don't know what a fool I've been?
What are you turning white for?
What in hell--" "How much have you--" She choked, then, resolutely: "How much have you--taken ?" "Taken!" he broke out, with an oath.

"What do you mean?
I've borrowed about twenty thousand dollars.

Now yelp! Eh?
What ?--no yelps?
Probably some weeps, then.

Turn 'em on and run dry; I'll wait." And he managed to cross one bulky leg over the other and lean back, affecting resignation, while Leila, bolt upright in her low chair, every curved outline rigid under the flowing, silken wrap, stared at him as though stunned.
"Well, we're good for it, aren't we ?" he said threateningly.

"If he's going to turn ugly about it, here's the house." "My--house ?" "Yes, your house! I suppose you'd rather raise something on the house than have the thing come out in the papers." "Do you think so ?" she asked, staring into his bloodshot eyes.
"Yes, I do.