“And you haven’t said anything.”
“I scarcely ever see you now. You’re so busy during the day and get home so late at night.”
He hesitated, staring thoughtfully at the lamp flame. His emotions were conflicting. Here was a chance to free himself from all responsibility regarding her. Sooner or later the separation would have to come, why not now while she was reconciled to it? Quickly he made up his mind.
“Look here, Margot, don’t go ... not just yet. Stay at least a little while longer. I’ve got so used to you. I’ll miss you awfully. Please stay, won’t you?”
“But what’s the good of staying?”
“I don’t know. I just feel I can’t let you go. I know I’m asking a selfish thing, but please don’t leave me just yet.”
“Very well.”
“You’ll stay? Thank you. You’re a good little pal. The best of the lot. Good-night....”
The following day his mood changed. His mind was full of Mrs. Belmire again. After all, he thought, he had been rather rough. He would lend her the money; he would seek her out that very afternoon.
Then an event occurred that changed the whole current of his thoughts.