I want to lend you some--until your difficulties are over--just as one man would to another--" Her speech had become so palpitant that she was stopped by want of breath; a rosy shamefacedness subdued her; trying to brave it out, she achieved only an unconscious archness of eye and lip which made her for the moment oddly, unfamiliarly attractive.

Dyce could not take his eyes from her; he experienced a singular emotion.
"That's uncommonly good of you, Iris," he said, with all the directness at his command.

"You see, I call you by your name, just to show that I take our friendship seriously.

If I could borrow from anyone I would from you.

But I don't like the idea.