And, oh, yes--he was almost forgetting.

Here was ten dollars--he believed there were two weeks' rent now due.

He passed over the money with rather a Clifford Armytage flourish.
Mrs.Patterson accepted the bill almost protestingly.

She hadn't once thought about the rent, because she knew he was reliable, and he was to remember that any time convenient to him would always suit her in these matters.

She did accept the bill, still she was not the heartless creature he had supposed her to be.
As he bade her good-night at the door she regarded him closely and said, "Somehow you look a whole lot older, Mr.Armytage." "I am," replied Mr.Armytage.
* * * * * * * Miss Montague, after parting with her protege had walked quickly, not without little recurrent dance steps--as if some excess of joy would ever and again overwhelm her--to the long office building on the Holden lot, where she entered a door marked "Buckeye Comedies.