This house is getting fine when they have arguments in the court."
"God, you're snooty," said Louise.
"No, but I don't think it's much of a place when things like that go on. I'm going to keep my eyes open for another apartment, I think."
The Fishers stayed till Lillian was forced to ask them to dinner. They talked the proposition over just as though there was a chance that they would go home. Finally they agreed to stay.
Lillian offered her dollar to Hubert and told him to get a pound and a half of chopped meat and a can of beets.
"I have money," he said, ignoring the bill. Once more Lillian tucked it away. It evidently wasn't the last dollar they had. That was some consolation.
It was midnight before Lillian and Hubert were alone again. The day had been the longest Lillian had ever known. She was anxious to find out what had happened to Hubert's fortune and what his plans and prospects were.
She saw the Fishers down the stairs and hurried back to the living-room. Hubert was yawning and taking off his shoes. "Well," he said, "I guess we might as well go to bed."
"Wait. I want to ask you something."
He looked at her questioningly, as though he hadn't the remotest notion what she would wish to discuss at this hour.
"It's about that dollar you gave me today. Was that all you could afford, Hubert? Are you short?"
