"Well, it's money. Some more debts have come in."
"Why will you not be frank with me, and tell me what you owe? I will give you a cheque for it. I don't want to drag it out of you bit by bit. Tell me a sum that will make you free, and I will give it to you. I want you to have a perfect six months, and how can you if you are bothered with debts?"
"How kind you are to me! Do you really mean it?"
"Of course I do."
"Really?" he said.
"Yes," I said, "tell me what it is."
"I think, I believe ... would another fifty be too much?"
"I will give it you to-morrow. Are you sure that will be enough?"
"Oh, yes, Frank; but let's go on Sunday. Sunday is such a good day for travelling, and it's always so dull everywhere, we might just as well spend it on the train. Besides, no one travels on Sunday in France, so we are sure to be able to take our ease in our train. Won't Sunday do, Frank?"