“Oh, I don't know,” said Miss Winch.
“It was noble.”
“Oh, well!”
“I think,” said Sally, “I'll go and have a talk with Fillmore. He looks as though he wanted consoling.”
She made her way to that picturesque ruin.
4
Fillmore had the air of a man who thought it wasn't loaded. A wild, startled expression had settled itself upon his face and he was breathing heavily.
“Cheer up!” said Sally. Fillmore jumped like a stricken jelly. “Tell me all,” said Sally, sitting down beside him. “I leave you a gentleman of large and independent means, and I come back and find you one of the wage-slaves again. How did it all happen?”
“Sally,” said Fillmore, “I will be frank with you. Can you lend me ten dollars?”
“I don't see how you make that out an answer to my question, but here you are.”