"Mr. Edgerton, we cannot remain. There is not in my mind the slightest doubt concerning your financial condition. If you could let us stay until we secured employment, I'd ask it of you—because you are James Edgerton; but you can't"—she rose with decision—"and I'm going up to the roof to tell Silvette."
"If you stir I'll take those suit cases and depart for good."
"You are very generous—the Edgertons always were, I have heard, but we cannot accept——"
He interrupted, smiling: "I think the Tennants never needed instruction concerning the finer points of obligation." ... He stood a moment thoughtfully, turning over and over the two dollars in his pocket; then with a laugh he walked across the studio and picked up his suit cases.
"Don't do that!" she said in a grave voice.
"There is nothing else to do, Miss Tennant."
"There's another bedroom."
They stood, not regarding one another, considering there in the sunshine.
"Will you wait until I return?" she asked, looking up. "I want to talk to Silvette.... I'd like to have Silvette see you. Will you wait? Because I've come to one of my quick conclusions—I'm celebrated for them, Mr. Edgerton. Will you wait?"
"Yes," he said, smiling.