"Well," fumed Starrett irritably, "why in thunder don't you say
something?"
"Permit me," drawled Carl impudently, with a lazy flicker of his
lashes, "to apologize for my cousin's untimely intrusion. I really
fancied she was safe at the farm. Unfortunately, the house belongs to
her. Besides, your crystal gymnastics, Starrett, were as unscheduled
as her arrival. As it is, you've nobly demonstrated an unalterable
scientific fact. The collision of marble and glass is unvaryingly
eventful."
Bellowing indignantly, Starrett charged into the hallway, followed by
Payson. Presently the outer door slammed violently behind them.
Wherry lingered.
Carl glanced curiously at his flushed and boyish face.
"Well?" he queried lightly.
Wherry colored.
"Carl," he stammered, "you've been talking a lot about parasites
to-night and I'd like you to know that--money hasn't made a jot of
difference to me." He met Carl's laughing glance with dogged
directness and for a second something flamed boyishly in his face from
which Carl, frowning, turned away.
"Why don't you break away from this sort of thing, Dick?" he demanded
irritably. "Starrett and myself and all the rest of it. You're
sapping the splendid fires of your youth and inherent decency in unholy
furnaces.
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