It's just a bit of infernal bad luck--the same for both of us, if it comes to that.

An' why shouldn't you 'ave some of the sours after I've given you all the sweets?
You'll 'ave money to burn; I'm not axin' you to give up some nice young feller for 'im.

If you play your cards well, you can 'ave all the fun you want----" The girl staggered to her feet.

She could endure the man's coarseness but not his innuendoes.
"I will do what you ask," she murmured, though there was a pitiful quivering at the corners of her mouth that bespoke an agony beyond the relief of tears.

"But please don't say any more, and never again allude to my dear father in that way, or I may--I may forget what I owe you." She was unconscious of the contempt in her eyes, the scornful ring in her voice, and Verity had the good sense to restrain the wrath that bubbled up in him until the door closed, and he was alone.