“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t choose to accept your aid.”
“It seems to me you’re not in a position to refuse it; you haven’t a sou. To-morrow you’re to be turned out of your room. Madam will certainly keep all your belongings. You will have nowhere to go. You have no friends here. You are not fit to do any work. You are on the verge of a break-down. Again I ask ... what’s going to become of you?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does. Look here ... suppose I lay a charge against you of entering my room with intent to steal,—will you deny it?”
“No.”
“Well then, you are in my power. You must submit to my conditions.”
She looked at him sullenly. “What are they?”
“I’m not going to lend you any money, but I am going to help you in my own way. First of all, I want you to promise me that you will never enter the Casino again.”