'Thank you, sir.
There is your fee.' With those words she rose.

Her wild black eyes looked upward, with an expression of despair so defiant and so horrible in its silent agony that the Doctor turned away his head, unable to endure the sight of it.
The bare idea of taking anything from her--not money only, but anything even that she had touched--suddenly revolted him.

Still without looking at her, he said, 'Take it back; I don't want my fee.' She neither heeded nor heard him.

Still looking upward, she said slowly to herself, 'Let the end come.

I have done with the struggle: I submit.' She drew her veil over her face, bowed to the Doctor, and left the room.
He rang the bell, and followed her into the hall.