Leroy Mortimer, his face shockingly congested, stood unsteadily balancing there, confronting his wife, who sat staring at him in horror.
At the same instant Plank rose and laid a hand on Mortimer's shoulder, but Mortimer shook him off with a warning oath.
"You and I will settle with each other to-morrow!" he said thickly, pointing a puffy finger at Plank.

"You'll find me at the Algonquin Trust.

Do you hear?
That's where you'll settle this matter--in the president's office!" He stood swaying and leering at Plank, repeating loudly: "In Quarrier's office! Understand?
That's where you'll settle up! See ?" Leila, white face quivering, shrank as though he had struck her, and he turned on her again, grinning: "As for you, you come home! And that'll be about all for yours." "Are you insane, to make a scene like this ?" whispered Plank.
But Mortimer swung on him insultingly: "That's about all from you, too!" he said.

"Leila, are you coming ?" He stepped heavily toward her; but Plank's sudden crushing grip was on his fat arm above the elbow, and he emitted a roar of surprise and pain.
"Don't touch him! Don't, in Heaven's name!" stammered Leila, as Plank, releasing him, stepped back beside her chair.

"Can't you see that I must go with him! I--I must go." She cast one terrified glance around her, where scores of strange faces met hers; and at every table people were standing up to see better.
Plank, who had dropped Mortimer's arm as the latter emitted his bellow of amazement, stepped toward him again, dropping his voice as he spoke: "You go! Do you hear ?" he said quietly.