He was puzzled for a moment. Then he divined the cause of her agitation and handed her the Meredith-Lowell letter which had accompanied the check. She stumbled through it, pausing now and again to wipe her eyes, and when she had finished, said:-
“An’ does it mean that you come by the money honestly?”
“More honestly than if I’d won it in a lottery. I earned it.”
Slowly faith came back to her, and she reread the letter carefully. It took him long to explain to her the nature of the transaction which had put the money into his possession, and longer still to get her to understand that the money was really hers and that he did not need it.
“I’ll put it in the bank for you,” she said finally.
“You’ll do nothing of the sort. It’s yours, to do with as you please, and if you won’t take it, I’ll give it to Maria. She’ll know what to do with it. I’d suggest, though, that you hire a servant and take a good long rest.”
“I’m goin’ to tell Bernard all about it,” she announced, when she was leaving.
Martin winced, then grinned.
“Yes, do,” he said. “And then, maybe, he’ll invite me to dinner again.”
“Yes, he will—I’m sure he will!” she exclaimed fervently, as she drew him to her and kissed and hugged him.