"Wasn't that the bell of your office ?" They had both heard the jangling of the bell that McTeague had hung over the door of his "Parlors." The dentist looked at the kitchen clock.
"That's Vanovitch," said he.

"He's a plumber round on Sutter Street.
He's got an appointment with me to have a bicuspid pulled.

I got to go back to work." He rose.
"But you can't," cried Trina, the back of her hand upon her lips, her eyes brimming.

"Mac, don't you see?
Can't you understand?
You've got to stop.

Oh, it's dreadful! Listen." She hurried around the table to him and caught his arm in both her hands.
"Huh ?" growled McTeague, looking at her with a puzzled frown.
"They'll arrest you.