Wrayford made no reply, and she went on: "I'm not. Tell me everything,
please."
"Well, he's chucked away a pretty big sum again--"
"How?"
"He says he doesn't know. He's been speculating, I suppose. The madness
of making him your trustee!"
She drew her hands away. "You know why I did it. When we married I
didn't want to put him in the false position of the man who contributes
nothing and accepts everything; I wanted people to think the money was
partly his."
"I don't know what you've made people think; but you've been eminently
successful in one respect. _He_ thinks it's all his--and he loses it as
if it were."
"There are worse things. What was it that he wished you to tell me?"
"That you've got to sign another promissory note--for fifty thousand
this time."
"Is that all?"