“Then I shall stay.”
They moved on a few steps in silence, till Connie said eagerly—
“Have you any news from Paris?”
“Yes; we wrote in the nick of time. The whole thing was just being given up for lack of funds. Now I have told him he may spend what he pleases, so long as he does the thing.”
“Please—mayn’t I help?”
“Thank you. It’s my affair.”
“It’ll be very, very expensive.”
“I shall manage it.”
“It would be kinder”—her voice shook a little—“if I might help.”
He considered it—then said doubtfully: