He turned at once to his desk, saying:
"I will write out a check for the amount you wish."
"No; not a check, please," she answered, piteously. "I would so much rather have the money."
He looked surprised.
"I haven't the amount you wish," he said. "I have not half that amount probably. I always use checks in preference to carrying money about with me."
He was quite mystified at the look of terror that crept into her eyes.
"I must have it in cash," she said, imploringly. "Could you not get it for me somehow?"
"Yes—certainly," he replied. "When will you want it?"
"To-night," she answered, piteously.
"You shall have it," he answered.