"No. He didn't give me any money—only enough to get home on. And I kept my suit—why!" she flung her head back, "I wouldn't have taken any money!"
"That means," said Dwight, "that you will have to continue to live here—on the old terms, and of course I'm quite willing that you should. Let me tell you, however, that this is on condition—on condition that this disgraceful business is kept to ourselves."
She made no attempt to combat him now. She looked back at him, quivering, and in a great surprise, but she said nothing.
"Truly, Lulu," said Ina, "wouldn't that be best? They'll talk anyway. But this way they'll only talk about you, and the other way it'd be about all of us."
Lulu said only: "But the other way would be the truth."
Dwight's eyes narrowed: "My dear Lulu," he said, "are you sure of that?"
"Sure?"
"Yes. Did he give you any proofs?"
"Proofs?"
"Letters—documents of any sort? Any sort of assurance that he was speaking the truth?"