to her, passing almost directly in front of the nose of a big car.
He looked extraordinarily serious, not angry now—but serious.
"What—exactly—is that fellow's business?"
Interference with a vengeance!
"Oscar? Oh, Oscar is an insurance broker."
"You know what I mean. What is his position with regard to—your business?"
Each spoke with nice precision and restrained distinctness, faces turned full south.
"He financed it. He is half 'Salome';—whichever half you please."
"I see. He found the money?"
"Exactly?"
"And—what—precisely—does he
?"He had gone too far, and she answered him with sudden, extraordinary fierceness.
"How dare you? Caddishness
. Have I to explain my interior motives—because—you ""Sorry," he said, with eyes of frank distress. "You are right. That was caddish of me. I'm sorry. But I do hate; I think I'm a little mad
"She seemed relentless.
"Indeed! That a man—you—should ask me such a question! If I choose to have an affair—what business is it
?""Molly!"
"Well
?""Don't mock me. Don't pretend. You—you couldn't make such
""Is it any business of yours?"
"My dear, it is
. I can't help it. I love you."She walked on for some way in a still white silence. "Those old words! And the same old-man-of-the-sea meaning! You Gulliver, you Gulliver!"
There followed an interlude, marked in Kit by an impulse towards humility. He wrote and apologized. "I'm sorry