Jamesmadeagreateffort，androsetothefullheightofhisstork-likefigure。”Younevertellmeanything，”hesaid；”he’sgonebankrupt。”
ThedestructionofthatfixedideaseemedtoEmilyallthatmatteredatthemoment。”Hehasnot，”sheansweredfirmly。”He’sgonetoBuenosAires。”
Ifshehadsaid”He’sgonetoMars”shecouldnothavedealtJamesamorestunningblow；hisimagination，investedentirelyinBritishsecurities，couldaslittlegrasponeplaceastheother。”What’shegonetherefor?”hesaid。”He’sgotnomoney。Whatdidhetake?”
AgitatedwithinbyWinifred’snews，andgoadedbytheconstantreiterationofthisjeremiad，Emilysaidcalmly：”HetookWinifred’spearlsandadancer。””What！”saidJames，andsatdown。
Hissuddencollapsealarmedher，andsmoothinghisforehead，shesaid：”Now，don’tfuss，James！”