most expensive hotels. What a fool he had been! This man could give her everything. Why not, as he seemed to own it? What was he saying?
"So I told them I wasn't having any. I told them I had all the irons in the fire I wanted. It was a good thing all right, but say, what's the good of any more money to me? I've got all I want right now. And if I ever do make any more, it will be just to turn it over to my wife if I've got one"—he looked straight at Judy as he said it—"and say, 'There you are. It's yours to do as you like with. Throw it away, spend it, it's all the same to me. So long as you have a good time with it, and it makes you happy.'"
"And of course it will," said Judy with faint sarcasm.
"Sure it will," he agreed, taking her words at their face value. "I guess it's what every woman wants. Isn't that so, Lady Gregory?"
Madame Claire regarded him seriously.
"You never can tell, Mr. Colebridge," she said. "Women are the most unaccountable creatures. Sometimes it takes more than money to make them happy."
"Oh, well," Mr. Colebridge defended the sex, "when it comes to unreasonableness, I guess men aren't all reasonable either."
