You mustn't think about the money--" With a sudden impulse she arose, almost brushing her aunt aside.
"Ah! that's not it--that's not it!" she cried.

Then, recovering herself a little, she went on--"It's all right, Aunt Anne.

I'm all right.

I'm going out for a little.

If I'm not back for lunch, don't wait.
Something cold, anything, tell Ellen--" At the sudden mention of that name she stopped, coloured a little, turned away and left the room.