“It is enough for me,” she said suddenly, with a resolved challenge in her eyes.
“Bon!” I nodded, and signed to her to be seated, a direction which, after a moment, she obeyed. “Then we have only to think of your temporary needs here.”
“I have plenty of money,” she said. “I do not ask to be your debtor for anything.”
“Then you shall not be,” I responded, “unless, perhaps, for the one thing you cannot help.”
“What is that?”
“Can you not guess? Then it shall remain my secret. And now about the material commodities. Am I to buy them for you—or what?”
She thought awhile, then looked up.
“Can I trust you?”
“With the money?”
“No; with the choice.”