“It is.”
“I cannot take it,” and she drew a long breath and looked at the door as if she would like to escape from the room.
“Why not?”
“I do not need it.”
He surveyed her in quiet disapprobation. “You are vexed with me because I did not give it to you before. But I forgot that you would still have expenses, though under my roof.”
“No, I am not vexed; but I still have some money left and I cannot take any more from you.”
“Again I ask, why not?”
“Because—because I do not think that it is right for me to do so.”
She was very much disturbed though she controlled herself admirably. In an interested fashion he noted the whiteness and evenness of the teeth pressing nervously against the red rebellious lips to keep them from bursting into speech.
“Pardon me,” he said; “but I like to get at motives. Do you refuse this money because you dislike me so intensely or——”