"Hold your tongue!" Eve shrilled at him, seeming to care no more than a
wounded animal for the astonished stares of passers-by. It was only
Dauntrey who made some poor attempt to cloak and screen the squalor of
their quarrel. "What I say is true. Everything _is_ your fault. Who
gambled away the money I made, slaving in the house, taking boarders and
trying to hold my head up? It was for your sake I worked; and now you
refuse to do your part, yet you expect me to keep on loving you."
"Oh, don't, don't!" Mary pleaded. "I'll go with him, anywhere you want
me to go."
Instantly Eve became calmer. "Will you do the thing if she stands by
you?" she asked her husband.
"Yes," he answered, dully.
"Then for heaven's sake start at once, before you change your mind. I'll
wait for you here, on a seat. I must sit down or I shall drop."
"Wouldn't you rather go home if--if I ordered you a cab?" Mary
suggested. "You will be so cold--so miserable--sitting out of doors in
this sharp wind, with clouds of dust blowing."
"Home!" Eve repeated. "We haven't any home. We've had to leave the
villa. We couldn't pay the rent. The beast of a landlord ordered us out.
Nobody trusts anybody else at Monte Carlo. The tradespeople are after us
like wolves. They've taken everything we had worth taking, except the
clothes on our backs. Now do you wonder I want him to get what he can
out of the Casino? We must be off somewhere, to-night, before these
brutes of tradesmen know we're away from the villa for good.
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