"Then you mustn't do the other," said Victor. "We need the money. I am false to the cause in urging you not to give it. But—I'm human."
He was looking away, an expression in his eyes and about his mouth that made him handsomer than she would have believed a man could be. She was looking at him longingly, her beautiful eyes swimming. Her lips were saying inaudibly, "I love you—I love you."
"What did you say?" he asked, his thoughts returning from their far journey.
"My time is up," she exclaimed, rising.
"There are better ways of helping than money," said he, taking her hand. "And already you've helped in those ways."
"May I come again?"
"Whenever you like. But—what would your father say?"
"Then you don't want me to come again?"
"It's best not," said he. "I wish fate had thrown us on the same side. But it has put us in opposite camps—and we owe it to ourselves to submit."
Their hands were still clasped. "You are content to have it so?" she said sadly.