And she thought, "He's going to like it!" For a moment she detested him then.

"They'll flatter him, make a tin god of him! No, I mean a money god! That's what they want, his money!" She positively snorted, but no one seemed to notice it.

Now they were turning back to her and she was in the hubbub, too.

And how amiably she smiled! When they were gone, there fell a silence which was like a sudden pall.
"He can break it! I--won't!" she decided viciously.

He had gone to their room, she had followed him there, and he was not having an easy time.