Laura shook her head.
"No, I can't let you do that. You may have been mad—awfully mad—but what you said was the truth. I can't take your money."
"Oh, forget that!" laughed Elfie.
Laura put up a hand to cool her burning forehead. Looking out of the window, she said wistfully:
"Maybe—maybe if he knew all about it—the suffering—he wouldn't blame me."
"Who?" cried Elfie sarcastically. "The good man who wanted to lead you to the good life without even a bread-basket for an advance agent? Huh!"
"He doesn't know how desperately poor I am," explained Laura half-apologetically.
"He knows you're out of work, don't he?"
"Not exactly. I told him it was difficult to find an engagement, but he has no idea that things are as they are."
"Then you're a chump!" declared Elfie, with an expressive shrug of her shoulders. "Hasn't he sent you anything?"