She wrote the words on the card.
“Perhaps it might be as well to add ‘Please see him,’ and underline it. I understand Mr. Garstin is a brusque sort of fellow.”
“Yes, he is.”
She added the words he had suggested.
“It’s very—it’s more than kind of you to take all this trouble,” she said, again coming to him. “I am ashamed.”
She gave him the card. She could not look into his face.
“I am ashamed,” she repeated, in a low voice.
“Well now,” he said, “try to get the matter off your mind. Don’t give way to useless fears. Most of us fear far more than there is any occasion for.”
He stood up.
“Yes?”