"It's no use," she said, "as you very well know, showing your scores to me. I am not a musician. You must take them to Weiss."
"Weiss!" His voice was contemptuous. "Weiss is too old for his work. In any case he says what you teil him to say, and that of course is No. Why should I show my music to him?"
"Where are you staying?" she asked.
"Here. In this hotel."
"Indeed! I'm glad your means permit it."
"They don't, but yours do."
And he looked at her sardonically.
"Oh, Paul," she exclaimed, "teil me what you want, and have done! I know perfectly well, whenever you visit me, that you need something or other."
"You're intelligent," he sneered, "and as usual you have guessed right ... I need a hundred English pounds."
"Yes, to you."
She lost her temper, as he had calculated.
"Are you really, at your age, and with the allowance I give you, still quite unable to live within your means?"
"I imagine," said he, "that my father gave you an allowance once, didn't he? And in any case, you seem always to forget that I'm a cripple, although there's really no reason why you should, is there? YVhatever I do, wherever I go, my deformity is against me. People have a strange habit, I find, of supposing that because a man is a hunchback he must needs be an idiot into the bargain."
These arguments had long since ceased to affect her.
She said harshly: "Don't continue to talk such nonsense, because it doesn't impress me! You know very well that you have been gambling again."
"Perhaps," Paul agreed. "After all, it is one of the few amusements permitted me."