well, I do not want it for anything wrong--or for anything that I
want to keep secret from you. You know I have never had a secret
from you nor do I wish to have! I simply want to do as other
women do--even the poorest, the meanest man, will give his wife
an allowance, a little something that is absolutely her own.
Why, most of the women of my set have a checking account at the
bank--they all have a personal allowance!"

"So?" Embury took up another cigarette. "You may remember,
Eunice, I have spoken my last word on the subject."

"And you may remember that I have not! But I will--and right
now. And it is simply that since you refuse me the pleasure and
convenience of some money for everyday use, I shall get some from
another source."

Embury's eyes narrowed, and he surveyed his wife with a calm
scrutiny. Then he smiled.

"Stenography and typewriting?" he said; "or shall you take in
plain sewing? Cut out the threats, Eunice; they won't get you
anywhere!"

"They'll get me where I want to arrive! Don't say I didn't warn
you--I repeat, I shall get money for my personal use, and you
will have no right to criticize my methods, since you refuse me a
paltry sum by way of allowance."

Eunice was standing, her two hands tightly grasping a chair-back
as she looked angrily at Embury, who still seated lazily, blew