Fact is, I want to ask you to lend me a hundred dollars."
Theresa swallowed and looked hard at Hubert for a minute. "What can you do with a hundred dollars?" she asked.
"What can I do with a hundred dollars! My God, Theresa, feed myself and Lil and attend to a lot of things."
"Yes, but don't you see what I mean—a hundred dollars won't last long—and then where are you again? Right back where you started from."
"But I hope to have a job by then."
"Look, Hubert, a hundred dollars can't last two weeks with all the things you seem to have to do with it, and in two weeks you won't have a job if you haven't gotten one in all the months you've been looking."
"Well, see, I've got a good one in view."
"I'd sell the Packard if I were you, Hubert." Her tone was a trifle cold.
"But I can't, Theresa. See, I need it for a front. You know how the world feels toward a guy who can't put up a decent front."
"Yes, but I think you're carrying an unnecessary burden."
"Besides," he went on swiftly, "Lillian is crazy about the car. I hate to take it away from her. Not only that, if I sold it she would know we were busted and probably worry herself to death."
"Say, don't you think she ought to know how things stand? How about giving her a chance of getting out from under?"
"What?" Hubert stared dumbly at Theresa, and then
