“I’ve come across a very sad case,” he said. “Girl I used to know some time ago. And now she’s married to an artist—rather prominent in the past, but now he’s going blind. And they’re as poor as possible. What can you do to help, in a case like that?”
Mrs. Allanby reflected.
“Aren’t there societies, dear, to help needy artists?”
“They don’t want charity!” he said, with his quick frown.
“What do they want?”
He regretted having brought up the subject now. But his aunt could not be stopped.
“Can’t the wife do something to help? Perhaps Ah could get someone interested in the case. If you’ll give me the name and address, Nick....”
“No! That’s not what I meant. I wanted you to think of some way that I could do something for them.”
“I don’t suppose they’d care where the help came from, dear boy....”
“But I would!” he said, angrily.