"Exactly. Send Dan up here when you see him."
"It doesn't seem exactly right." Tom was obviously embarrassed. "You see, we sort of belong to Murray, and you don't, but—" He shook his head as if to rid himself of unwelcome emotion. "Women are funny things! You're willing to do that for the chief, and yet you won't write me a little affidavit!" He grunted and went away, still shaking his head.
When Eliza explained her plan to Dan she encountered an opposition that shocked and hurt her.
"I won't do it!" he said, shortly.
"You—WHAT?"
"We can't build the S. R.
"Yes, and made you love him, too," said Dan, roughly. "I can see that."
Eliza lifted her head and met his eyes squarely.
"That's true! But why not? Can't I love him? Isn't it my privilege to help him if I want to? If I had two million dollars instead of two thousand I'd give it to him, and—and I wouldn't expect him to care for me, either. He'll never do that. He couldn't! But—oh, Danny, I've been miserable—"
Dan felt a certain dryness of the throat which made speech oddly difficult. "I don't see why he couldn't care for you," he said, lamely.