“It occurred to me,” said he, “that Saturday is rather a busy day, and the trains will be full with people going away for the week-end.”
She drew a long sigh.
“We need not be travelling together,” she said with resignation. “My, how scared you are!”
“I’m not scared,” protested the injured Gordon. “I’m scared for you—yes. That is the only thought I have. By the way, I told Robert.”
“That’s your brother? What did he say?”
She was curious.
“Well”—Gordon hesitated—“Robert is a man of affairs, with little or no imagination, and at first he thought ...” he shrugged his shoulders—“well, you know what a certain type of mind would think, my dear Heloise.”
“That’s impossible. I’ve got a man coming to see me on Friday.”
He explained at length Mr. Tilmet’s business, and the method he would follow to discharge the debt.