"Not the least," said Éloise, with a scornful and incredulous smile.
"You make me very uncomfortable. Let me beg you to take the matter into consideration. After a few days of coolness, you will perhaps think otherwise."
"After a thousand years I should think the same. I do not want your money, Sir. I thank you. And so, good bye."
"Where are you going?"
"Out into the world."
"What are you going to do?"
"That is certainly no affair of yours."
"How much money have you in that little purse?"
She poured its contents down where he had emptied his own purse on the previous evening, adding to those still remaining there some four or five small gold-pieces.
"Of course they are yours, Sir. I have no right to them!"