He won't get a penny, not a penny." She set her teeth together hard.
"Well," said Marcus, "how's business, Doctor ?" "Oh," said McTeague, uneasily, "oh, I don' know.

I guess--I guess," he broke off in helpless embarrassment.

They had all sat down by now.
Marcus continued, holding his hat and his cane--the black wand of ebony with the gold top presented to him by the "Improvement Club." "Ah!" said he, wagging his head and looking about the sitting-room, "you people have got the best fixed rooms in the whole flat.

Yes, sir; you have, for a fact." He glanced from the lithograph framed in gilt and red plush--the two little girls at their prayers--to the "I'm Grandpa" and "I'm Grandma" pictures, noted the clean white matting and the gay worsted tidies over the chair backs, and appeared to contemplate in ecstasy the framed photograph of McTeague and Trina in their wedding finery.
"Well, you two are pretty happy together, ain't you ?" said he, smiling good-humoredly.
"Oh, we don't complain," answered Trina.
"Plenty of money, lots to do, everything fine, hey ?" "We've got lots to do," returned Trina, thinking to head him off, "but we've not got lots of money." But evidently Marcus wanted no money.
"Well, Cousin Trina," he said, rubbing his knee, "I'm going away." "Yes, mamma wrote me; you're going on a ranch." "I'm going in ranching with an English duck," corrected Marcus.

"Mr.
Sieppe has fixed things.