He leaned back in his corner, gray eyes narrowing.

"Naturally," he said, "you are the one to be considered, not the man in
the case."

"Thank you. _Are_ you the man in the case?"

"There is no case," he said coolly.

"Then why worry about me?"

He folded his arms, sullenly at bay; yet had no premonition of what to
expect from her.

"You were very brutal to me," she said at length.

"I know it; and I did not intend to be. The words came."

"You had me at your mercy; and showed me little--a very little at first.
Afterward, none."

"The words came," he repeated; "I'm sick with self-contempt, I tell
you."

She set her white-gloved elbow on the window sill and rested her chin in
her palm.

"That--money," she said with an effort. "You set--some--aside for me."