But we do not want your charity; thank God, I can work for my own husband! See what it is to have obliged a gentleman.

He would let you pick him up when he was begging; he would stand and look on, and let you black his shoes, and sneer at you.

For you were always sneering at my James; you always looked down upon him in your heart, you know it!" She turned back to Jim.

"And now when he is rich," she began, and then swooped again on me.

"For you are rich, I dare you to deny it; I defy you to look me in the face and try to deny that you are rich--rich with our money--my husband's money----" Heaven knows to what a height she might have risen, being, by this time, bodily whirled away in her own hurricane of words.