"And perhaps he does send her money." "No.

Not now." Edward lingered.

"Then is he taking it out-- ?" "In books only ?" It was wonderful--with its effect on him now visible--how she possessed her subject.

"Yes, that's his delicacy--for the present." "And you're not afraid for the future-- ?" "Of his considering that the books will have worked it off?
No.

They're thrown in." Just perceptibly cheered he reached the door, where, however, he had another pause.