She made him some tea, and she cheered the poor fellow as he had not been cheered for months.
"You're just a little brick," he said, when she was leaving. Then once more he added eagerly:
"And you're not to be paid, are you?"
"Not a single sou!" she laughed. "What a strange idea of yours!"
"You are not offended?" he said anxiously. "But you can't think what a difference it makes to me. You are not offended?"
"Not in the least!" she answered. "I know quite well how you mean it. You want a little kindness with nothing at the back of it. Now, good-bye!"
He called her when she was outside the door.
"I say, will you come again soon?"
"Yes, I will come to-morrow."
"Do you know you've been a little brick. I hope I haven't tired you. You are only a bit of a thing yourself. But, by Jove, you know how to put a fellow in a good temper!"