On the morrow they went by river to St.Cloud--it was always a trio, Hilliard never making any other proposal--and the steam-boat afforded Eve an opportunity of speaking with her generous friend apart.
"I don't want this money," she said, giving him an envelope.

"What you sent before isn't anything like finished.

There's enough for a month more." "Keep it all the same.

I won't have any pinching." "There's nothing of the kind.

If I don't have my way in this I shall go back to London." He put the envelope in his pocket, and stood silent, with eyes fixed on the river bank.
"How long do you intend us to stay ?" asked Eve.
"As long as you find pleasure here." "And--what am I to do afterwards ?" He glanced at her.
"A holiday must come to an end," she added, trying, but without success, to meet his look.
"I haven't given any thought to that," said Hilliard, carelessly; "there's plenty of time.