“Good God! And you support him?”
“I do the best I can. Only I’ve been sick.”
“No!” he cried. “Rosaleen, this is horrible! What can I do to help you?”
“Don’t!” she said. “You’ll make me cry.... You—you make me so—so sorry for myself....”
They couldn’t finish their lunch, either of them. Landry paid the check, and they rose. But as she was passing out in front of him, he stopped her.
“Rosaleen,” he said. “They have very good chocolates here. You used to like chocolates. Let me get you a box!”
But now she was crying, and he hastily turned with her into a quieter street.
“No cause for tears!” he said, cheerfully.
“I know it!... But I’m—I’m a fool.... I’m nervous, I guess....”
“I’ll take you home.”