He, abruptly: “I’ve come”—
She: “Won’t you come in?”
He, advancing a few paces into the room: “I’ve come”—
She, indicating a chair: “Will you sit down?”
He: “I must stand for the present. I’ve come to ask you for that money, Miss Reed, which I refused yesterday, in terms that I blush to think of. I was altogether and wholly in the wrong, and I’m ready to offer any imaginable apology or reparation. I’m ready to take the money and to sign a receipt, and then to be dismissed with whatever ignominy you please. I deserve anything—everything!”
She: “The money? Excuse me; I don’t know—I’m afraid that I’m not prepared to pay you the whole sum to-day.”
He, hastily: “Oh, no matter! no matter! I don’t care for the money now. I merely wish to—to assure you that I thought you were perfectly right in offering it, and to—to”—
She: “What?”
He: “Nothing. That is—ah—ah”—
She: “It’s extremely embarrassing to have people refuse their money when it’s offered them, and then come the next day for it, when perhaps it isn’t so convenient to pay it—very embarrassing.”