"There are so many complications." He looked at her in amazement.
"After all," he admitted, "you don't look as though you had much of a head for figures." "If only I had some one to help me!" she murmured.
Tavernake moved uneasily in his chair.

His sense of danger was growing.
"If you will excuse me now," he said, "I think that I must be getting back.

I am an employee at Dowling, Spence & Company's, you know, and my time is not quite my own.

I only came because I promised to." "Mr.Tavernake," she begged, looking at him full out of those wonderful blue eyes, "please do me a great favor." "What is it ?" he asked with clumsy ungraciousness.
"Come and see me, every now and then, and let me know how my sister is.
Perhaps you may be able to suggest some way in which I can help her." Tavernake considered the question for a moment.

He was angry with himself for the unaccountable sense of pleasure which her suggestion had given him.
"I am not quite sure," he said, "whether I had better come.