"Oh, well!"
"So my brother thought if you were in that kind of work he'd give you a note to a friend of his—-at the head of one of the big carpet establishments in New York—"
"It's awfully kind of him," I broke in, as she drew a letter from the bag she carried, "and if I needed it I'd take it; but—but I don't need it. It—it wouldn't be any good to me. I thank him none the less sincerely—and you, too, Miss Averill—"
She looked at the ground, her long black lashes almost resting on her cheek.
"I must seem to you very officious, but—"
"Not in the slightest. I'm extremely grateful. If I required help there's nobody—"
"You don't live in New York?"
"I'm going to stay here for—for the present."
"But not—not to work?"
"That I shall have to see."