McTeague glared at him, struck speechless, confused beyond expression.

Marcus Schouler, perfectly at his ease, stood in the doorway, smiling with great affability.
"Say," he remarked, "can I come in ?" Taken all aback, Trina could only answer: "Why--I suppose so.

Yes, of course--come in." "Yes, yes, come in," exclaimed the dentist, suddenly, speaking without thought.

"Have some beer ?" he added, struck with an idea.
"No, thanks, Doctor," said Marcus, pleasantly.
McTeague and Trina were puzzled.

What could it all mean?
Did Marcus want to become reconciled to his enemy?
"I know." Trina said to herself.
"He's going away, and he wants to borrow some money.