“You will not take it?” she asked, piteously. “It is all mine. I give it to you freely. Borrow it if you like. Some day you can send it back.”
He shook his head, stood irresolute for a moment, then returned to her.
“Eulie,” he whispered. “My mother is dead. But in heaven she is blessing you!”
Then he kissed her upon the forehead and walked determinedly out of the room. Eulie stood swaying to and fro, for a moment, then tottered and fell to the floor. David stood on the stairs a full minute, breathing heavily, like a man who has been running. Then his teeth clicked tightly together, he drew a long breath, walked briskly down the steps, and strode into the brilliantly lighted coffee house.
He knew the man at once. He had never seen him before, but unerring instinct pointed out his pursuer. He walked straight toward him.
“When do we start for Pesth?” he asked.
The man eyed him narrowly, gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment, then his face lit up.
“By the next steamer, if you like,” was all he said.
David nodded.
“Good,” he said. Then, after a moment’s hesitation: