you will buy at the post to-day seventeen dollars of flour, and not sixteen. I have lost a dollar on each ounce. I have lost six hundred and twenty-five dollars."
El-Soo thought for a moment, and saw the error she had made. She smiled, and then she laughed.
"You are right," she laughed "I made a mistake. But it is too late. You have paid, and the gold is gone. You did not think quick. It is your loss. Your wit is slow these days, Porportuk. Your are getting old."
He did not answer. He glanced uneasily at Akoon, and was reassured. His lips tightened, and a hint of cruelty came into his face. "Come," he said, "we will go to my house."
"Do you remember the two things I told you in the spring?" El-Soo asked, making no movement to accompany him.
"My head would be full with the things women say, did I heed them," he answered.
"I told you that you would be paid," El-Soo went on carefully. "And I told you that I would never be your wife."
