“Fuss, fight, and fury,” he wailed.  “Fine place for a nervous guy!  If I don’t end in a mad-house I’ll be lucky.”

CHAPTER XIX

On the way to the Elegancia Mrs. Knight recounted in greater detail and with numerous digressions and comments what Hannibal Wharton had said to her.  Not only had he given full vent to his anger at the marriage, but he had allowed himself the pleasure of expressing a frank opinion of the entire Knight family in all its unmitigated and complete badness.  Mrs. Knight herself he had called a blood-sucker, it seemed—­the good woman shook with rage at the memory—­and he had threatened her with the direst retribution if she persisted in attempting to fasten herself upon him.  Bob, he had explained, was a loafer whom he had supported out of a sense of duty; if the idiot was ungrateful he would simply have to suffer the consequences.  But Bob’s mother felt the disgrace keenly, and on her account Hannibal had expressed himself as willing to ransom the young fool for, say, ten thousand dollars.

“Disgrace, eh?  Ten thousand dollars?” Jim growled.  “What does he think we are, anyhow?  Why, that ain’t cigarette money.”

“I never was so insulted in my life,” stormed Mrs. Knight.  “You should have heard him!”

With a show of confidence not entirely real Jim rejoined:  “Now, ma, don’t heat up.  Everybody forgets me, but I’m going to draw cards in this game.”

The interview that followed their arrival at Lorelei’s home was far from pleasant, for Mrs. Knight was still too indignant to leave the discussion in Jim’s more capable hands; and Lorelei, wishing Bob to cherish no illusions, allowed her relatives to make a complete and distressing exhibition of their greed.  At his first opportunity Bob explained rather briefly: 

“I offered Lorelei her freedom last night when my income was amputated.”

“You’ve had time to think it over,” his wife interposed.  “Do you still want me?”

“Why, of course.  And you?”

She shrugged.  “I don’t change in one night.  Now—­I wish you and Jim would leave mother and me—­”

Bob acquiesced, glad to escape even in company with his redoutable brother-in-law.  When he and Jim had gone Mrs. Knight addressed Lorelei with motherly candor.

“He’s a pleasant fellow, of course, and he’s crazy about you; but don’t let’s be sentimental.  If there’s no chance to make it up with his family we must get out of this mess and save what we can.”

“Was Mr. Wharton very angry?”

“Was he?” Mrs. Knight rolled her eyes in mingled rage and despair.  “I’m positively sick over the things he said.  Everybody seems to be against us, and—­I’m almost ready to give up.  But at least you saved your good name—­it was a marriage, not a scandal.  We have that to be thankful for.”  She followed this outburst of optimism with another.  “You