"Was it—ten dollars?" she said, and for all he could see she was absolutely calm.
"Yes," replied he, with a look of relief followed by a smile of amused tenderness.
"I can't make you out," he went on. "You're a queer one. You've had a look in your eyes all afternoon—well, if I hadn't been sure you were experienced, you'd almost have frightened me away."
"Yes, I've had experience. The—the worst," said the girl.
"You—you attract me awfully; you've got—well, everything that's nice about a woman—and at the same time, there's something in your eyes—— Are you very fond of your friend?"
"He's all I've got in the world."
"I suppose it's his being sick that makes you look and act so queer?"
"I don't know what's the matter with me," she said slowly.
"I—don't know."
"I want to see you again—soon. What's your address?"
"I haven't any. I've got to look for a place to live."