He looked at her curiously, puzzled, and troubled on her account.
“It’s a matter of temperament. Perhaps you are not one of the worrying sort.”
“But I am. One finds that one can learn not to worry about the things that just concern self. The thing that does worry us is the thought that we may make other people suffer any loss.”
He said bluntly, “Bills?”
Eve laughed.
“In brief, bills. But I am perfectly solvent, and I could get work to-morrow if I chose to take it.”
“But you don’t. It’s pride.”
“Yes, pride.”
He walked on beside her in his solid, broad-footed way, staring straight ahead, and keeping silent for fully half a minute.
Then he said abruptly: