It was a man's voice which put the question. There was something about the tone in which the speaker put it which reminded one of the line in the people's ballad, "It ain't exactly what 'e sez, it's the nasty way 'e sez it." The question was put in a very "nasty way" indeed.
"Yes, my boy, you had."
"Indeed?"
"Yes, you may say 'indeed,' but if you don't I tell you what I'll do — I'll spoil you."
"And what, my dear Gertie, am I to understand by the mystic threat of spoiling me?"
"I'll go straight to your wife, and I'll tell her everything."
"Oh, you will, will you?"
There was a movement of a chair. The male speaker was getting up.
"Yes, I will."
There was a slight pause. One could fancy that the speakers were facing each other. One could picture the look of impudent defiance upon the woman's countenance, the suggestion of coming storm upon that of the man. It was the man's voice which broke the silence.
"It is odd, Gertrude, that you should have chosen this evening to threaten me, because I myself had chosen this evening, I won't say to threaten, but to make a communication to you."
"Give me a match." The request came from the woman.
"With pleasure. I will give you anything, my dear Gertrude, within reason." There was another pause.. In the silence I seemed to hear my wife
