Richard had just been making inquiries about Emma's sister.
'You've had the doctor ?' 'Yes, we're obliged; she does so dread going to the hospital again.

Each time she's longer in getting well.' Richard's hand was in his pocket; he drew it out and pressed something against the girl's palm.
'Oh, how can I ?' she said, dropping her eyes.

'No--don't--I'm ashamed.' 'That's all right,' he urged, not unkindly.

'You'll have to get her what the doctor orders, and it isn't likely you and Kate can afford it.' 'You're always so kind, Richard.

But I am--I am ashamed!' 'I say, Emma, why don't you call me Dick?
I've meant to ask you that many a time.' She turned her face away, moving as if abashed.
'I don't know.