"I'd give her some."
"No," Diane said, quickly, with a renewed touch of indignation, "but that you'd help me to do it."
He looked at her with an odd, upward glance under his shaggy, overhanging brows, while the protruding lower lip went a shade further out.
"Help you to do it? How?"
"By letting her have mine."
Again he looked at her, almost suspiciously.
"You've got plenty to give away, I suppose?"
"On the contrary, I've pitifully little; but such as it is, I want her to have it all. She could live on it—with economy; or at least she says I could."
"And can't you?"
"I don't want to. As there isn't enough for two, I wish to settle it on her. Isn't that the word?—settle?"