Jake turned at the door as one goaded. "When that happens," he said very
deliberately. "I guess she'll be past any help from me, poor kid!"
Saltash's black brows descended. He scowled hideously for a moment. Then,
"I congratulate you again," he said coolly. "You are just beginning to
see things--as they are."
Jake made a brief sound that might have indicated contempt and opened the
door. He went out with finality, and Saltash listened to the tread of his
retreating feet with a grin of sheer cynical triumph.
"So," he said lightly, "the villain scores at last!"
But as he turned towards the other room, the cynicism passed from his
face. He stood for a moment or two motionless at the door; then broke
into a careless whistle and opened it.
CHAPTER III
A WIFE IS DIFFERENT
"Has he gone?" said Toby eagerly. She came into the room with a swift
glance around. "What did he say? What did he do? Was he angry?"
"I really don't know," Saltash said, supremely unconcerned. "He went.
That's the main thing."
Toby looked at him critically. "You were so quiet, both of you. Was there
a row?"
"Were you listening?" said Saltash.
She coloured, and smiled disarmingly. "Part of the time--no, all the
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