He looked at her, puzzled and distressed.
“You must pay yourself out of the furniture and let me go,” said Yvonne.
“Where would you go to?”
“I don’t know,” said Yvonne in her turn.
At the picture of helpless dismay Joyce broke into a laugh.
“Oh, how can you laugh, when I owe you all this money?” she said, with a choke in her voice.
“Because I am glad, Yvonne, that fate seems to compel me to go on looking after you.”
“But how can you go on? How can I burden you any further?”
“Don’t talk about burdens,” he said gently. “You repay me twice over for what little I have given you.”
“But the furniture is not worth all that,” said Yvonne.