He looked at her gravely, and she thrilled with pride in him.
"But the lawyer?" she protested weakly. "And your safety?"
"Would you want me to owe my safety to her?"
"Oh, no," she murmured.
"Besides, they have given me a lawyer. I dare say he is a good one, Mr. Full-of-Water." He tried to speak lightly.
"Then—then what shall I do with these?" She looked at the bank notes in perplexity.
"Return them."
"Ah, yes," she agreed, snatching at a new idea. "I will return them, I will say that you thank her, that we thank her, Lloyd, but we cannot accept the money. Is that right?"
"Exactly."
"I will go to her apartment in the morning. Let me see, it's on the Avenue—Where did I put her address?" and she went through the form of searching in her pocketbook.