I think it was here that Juliet got up and slipped out of the room. Anyhow I know she wasn't there during the whole interview.
"Well, Lucy?" said Alec, looking at me.
"I was paid for it," I exclaimed. "I was paid for every single initial and every single stitch I ever took for him! Oh, there was nothing sentimental about it. Ruth makes me sick! I did it simply to earn money."
Alec looked down at the initials.
"How much were you paid?" he asked.
"I was paid," I went on, still on the defensive, "I was paid fifty cents an hour. It was all business from beginning to end. Oh, there was nothing silly in it!"
"Fifty cents an hour?" Alec repeated.
"Oh, yes," I said. "Ruth is absurd. I made out bills and receipts and everything. It was absolutely businesslike."
"And how much has Will already given you?"
The colour for some reason rose to my cheeks. Alec looked as if he wasn't pleased and I was suddenly ashamed.
"About—sixty dollars," I murmured.
"Sixty dollars!" Alec flashed. "Why did you need so much money?" he asked me sternly.
I saw my danger then. It was as if I had had my hands on the steering-wheel of Dr. Maynard's automobile, and suddenly saw an enormous limousine headed for me around a curve.
"Why," I stammered, trying to keep calm, "I thought the business was doing so—poorly, that I—I—"
