Eagerness, anxiety, and even fear came into it in turn, but always mingling with some scorn that dominated her.

"The boy!" she said in a voice that had changed too; "well, what about him?
You promised to tell me all,--all!" "Where's the money ?" he said.

"Husband and wife are ONE, I know," he went on with a coarse laugh, "but I don't trust MYSELF in these matters." She took from a traveling-reticule that lay beside her a roll of notes and a chamois leather bag of coin, and laid them on the table before him.

He examined both carefully.
"All right," he said.

"I see you've got the checks made out 'to bearer.' Your head's level, Conny.