"But I'd like it better than anything," he said. "I didn't come to New Orleans to see the sights, anyhow. I'll feel down and out if you won't let me help. 'Twill seem as if I'd managed wrong in New York."
"Oh, if you're going to feel like that!" And forthwith Angela told him the story of her loss.
"All your money and a check-book full of blank checks!" he echoed.
"Yes. I've wired already to have the checks stopped for the bank's sake. But it's a bore. And I was fond of that bag. Besides, I had about five hundred dollars in my purse. Now I shall have to wait here till I can get more."
"You wanted to go?" he asked.
"Yes—to-morrow. However, that doesn't matter."
"It does, if you wanted to. But, see here, ma'am, I've thought of something."
"My name is Mrs. May," said Angela, smiling.
"I know—I mean, are you willing I should call you it, just as if I was really acquainted with you?"
"Of course. Why not?"