you what, Miss Lily, you've got to pay up for making me think so———"
He rose, squaring his shoulders aggressively, and stepped toward her with a reddening brow; but she held her footing, though every nerve tore at her to retreat as he advanced.
"Pay up?" she faltered. "Do you mean that I owe you money?"
He laughed again. "Oh, I'm not asking for payment in kind. But there's such a thing as fair play—and interest on one's money—and hang me if I've had as much as a look from you———"
"Your money? What have I to do with your money? You advised me how to invest mine…you must have seen I knew nothing of business…you told me it was all right———"
"It was all right—it is, Lily: you're welcome to all of it, and ten times more. I'm only asking for a word of thanks from you." He was closer still, with a hand that grew formidable; and the frightened self in her was dragging the other down.
"I have thanked you; I've shown I was grateful. What more have you done than any friend might do, or any one accept from a friend?"
Trenor caught her up with a sneer. "I don't doubt you've accepted as much before—and chucked the other chaps as you'd like to chuck me. I don't care how you
