In response to
Kitty's remark now she inclined her head.
"Well, you have told us that you and your husband haven't made it up.
That is so, isn't it?" Kitty continued.
"If you wish to put it that way," answered Mona, stiffening a little in
spite of herself.
"P'r'aps I don't put it very well, but it is the stony fact, isn't it,
Mrs. Crozier?"
Mona hesitated a moment, then answered: "He is very upset concerning the
land syndicate, and he has a quixotic idea that he cannot take money from
me to help him carry it through."
"I don't quite know what quixotic means," rejoined Kitty dryly. "If it
wasn't understood while you lived together that what was one's was the
other's, that it was all in one purse, and that you shut your eyes to
the name on the purse and took as you wanted, I don't see how you could
expect him, after your five years' desertion, to take money from you
now."
"My five years' desertion!" exclaimed Mona. Surely this girl was more
than reckless in her talk. Kitty was not to be put down. "If you don't
mind plain speaking, he was always with you, but you weren't always with
him in those days. This letter showed that." She tapped it on her
thumb-nail. "It was only when he had gone and you saw what you had lost,
that you came back to him--in heart, I mean.
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