"To help anyone who wants it.—You don't mind if I keep on looking at the Casino instead of looking at you? I can talk just the same.—And then, you see, it was because of me she left you—by the one-forty-four train."
"Because of you?"
"Because of the way you looked at me last night. She saw you."
"She saw that you thought I wasn't straight; and she saw that that was what interested you."
"Ah," he cried. "I was a cad. Why don't you tell me so? Why don't you pitch into me?"
"Because I fancy you've got about enough to bear. You see, I saw it all, and I was so sorry—so sorry."
She left it there a moment for him to take it in, her beautiful, astounding sorrow.
"And I just wanted to start right in and help you."
He murmured something incoherent, something that made her smile.