"It's just as well, anyway. We mustn't get the habit of needing each other too much."
I asked:
"Do you think it possible you could ever need me?" To which he replied very soberly:
"I need you more than you would believe."
Mr. Hamilton never made a remark like that, which revealed any sentiment for me, without seeming to regret it a moment later. Now he got up abruptly and asked me which room I slept in. I said generally in the inner one, because Lolly came in late from her night work and engagements.
"I want to see your room," he said, "and I want to see what clothes you need."
He knew much about women's clothes. I felt ashamed to have him poking about among my poor things like that, and I grew very red; but he took no notice of me, and jotted down some things in his notebook. He said I would need this, that, and other things.
I said weakly:
"You needn't think I'm going to let you get me clothes. Honestly, I won't wear them if you do."
He tilted up my chin, and spoke down into my face: