"I have some money. I will give that—and anything I have. You must teach me. I have everything to learn."
He seemed to promise that, as he seemed to promise other things, partly by his answering smile, partly by the inexplicable current of persuasion pouring from him. He rose.
"Now," he said, "I must go. It is nearly noon."
"You won't stay to luncheon?"
"Won't the others be here?"
"My grandmother and Mr. Stark."
She was hardly urging him, because it seemed to her, too, a doubtful pleasure, if it must be shared.
"Not to-day, then. But I shall see you again."
"Before you go."
Her face called upon him like a messenger beseeching news.