He looked at her in surprise.
“Go to sea?” he repeated. “Go to SEA? How could I? Didn't I promise you I'd never go to sea again?”
“Was that the reason?”
“Sartin. What else?”
She did not answer. There was an odd expression on her face. He turned to go.
“Well, good-by,” he said.
“Good-by. Er—Seth.”
“Yes; what is it?”
“I—I want to tell you,” she stammered, “that I appreciated your leavin' that money and stocks at the bank in my name. I couldn't take 'em, of course, but 'twas good of you. I appreciated it.”
“That's all right.”