"Then don't try it, please. You are very generous; but indeed I could not accept it."
"You must oblige me. You might take it from me," he added, almost pathetically, as if the bond was so close that money was nothing between them.
"You are the last—one of the last I could take money from, Mr. Morley."
"Why?"
"Because you think so much of it, and yet would look down on me the more if
I accepted it."
He bit his lip, rubbed his forehead with his hand, threw back his head, and turned away from her.
"I should be very sorry to offend you," she said; "and, believe me, there is hardly any thing I value less than money. I have enough, and could have plenty more if I liked. I would rather have your friendship than all the money you possess. But that cannot be, so long as"—
She stopped: she was on the point of going too far, she thought.
"So long as what?" he returned sternly.
"So long as you are a worshipper of Mammon," she answered; and left the room.