"What do you mean? "Eunice looked up with a frightened stare.

"Don't look like that--oh, Eunice, don't! I only meant--I know
you want money--ready money--let me give it to you--or lend it to
you--do, Eunice--darling!"

"Thank you, Mason," Eunice forced herself to say, "but I must
refuse your offer. I think--I think we--we'll go home now."




CHAPTER VI

A SLAMMED DOOR


"Don't you call her 'that Desternay woman'!"

"I'll call her what I please! And without asking your
permission, either. And I won't have my wife playing bridge at
what is practically a gambling house!"

"Nothing of the sort! A party of invited guests, in a private
house is a social affair, and you shall not call it ridiculous
names! You play for far higher stakes at your club than we ever
do at Fifi Desternay's."

"That name is enough! Fancy your associating with a woman who
calls herself Fifi!"