"Not what you plan to do."
"Why not? As long as I need help—and the best is offered——"
"Wouldn't you take less—and me?"
"Oh, Rix! I couldn't use you!"
She turned and looked up at him, blushed, and dis-engaged herself from his arm.
"I—I—you are my friend. I couldn't do that. I have nothing to give anybody—not even you." She smiled, tremulously—"And I suspect that as far as your fortune is concerned, you can offer me little more.... But it's sweet of you. You are generous, having so little and wishing to share it with me——"
"Could you wait for me, Strelsa?"
"Wait? You mean until you become wealthy? Why, you dear boy, how can I?—even if it were a certainty."
"Can't you hold on for a couple of years?"
"Please tell me how? Why, I can't even pay my attorneys until I sell my house."