“Dress? And go away?”
“Yes.”
“Go where?”
“You forget what you’ve given me. I have plenty of money to take a room.”
“Do you mean that commission which brought me in five hundred dollars?”
“You pretend it is that way.... Yes, I mean that money.”
“You funny child, I don’t want you to get up and dress. You can’t go yet. You’re not in the way here.”
She said, solemn and tremulous: “I’ll never forget—your kindness——”
“When you’re quite well again we’ll talk over things,” he said cheerily. He was thinking that if she found him so persuasive he’d have little trouble in starting her homeward.
The front doorbell rang. He got up, gave her arm a friendly little pat.