Jackson obliquely continued: \"It's a pity—it's certainly a pity—that she refused it.\"
\"A pity? In God's name, why?\"
Mr. Jackson looked down his leg to the unwrinkled sock that joined it to a glossy pump.
\"Well—to put it on the lowest ground—what's she going to live on now?\"
\"Now—?\"
\"If Beaufort—\"
Archer sprang up, his fist banging down on the black walnut-edge of the writing-table. The wells of the brass double-inkstand danced in their sockets.
Jackson obliquely continued: \"It's a pity—it's certainly a pity—that she refused it.\"
\"A pity? In God's name, why?\"
Mr. Jackson looked down his leg to the unwrinkled sock that joined it to a glossy pump.
\"Well—to put it on the lowest ground—what's she going to live on now?\"
\"Now—?\"
\"If Beaufort—\"
Archer sprang up, his fist banging down on the black walnut-edge of the writing-table. The wells of the brass double-inkstand danced in their sockets.
