"That's not fair, Bunny."
"Please—I've written what I had to say because I wished to avoid a scene."
"There won't be any scene. I'm not going to read your beastly letter."
She opened the envelope and removed the notes and laid them on the dressing-table. Then she tore up the letter and the envelope together and tossed them into the grate.
"And I'm not going to take those notes."
"Nor am I."
"You'll have to." She found her companion's purse and tucked the notes inside it. Miss Keating turned on her. "Mrs. Tailleur, you shall not thrust your money on me. I will not take it."
"You little fool, you've got to."
Miss Keating closed her eyes. It was a way she had. "I can't. And you must please take back the things you've given me. They are all there; in that heap on the bed."
Kitty turned and looked at them. They were all there; everything she had ever given to her, the dresses, the combs, the little trinkets. She took some of these and stared at them as she held them in her hand.