Yes, he considered quite probably that he had help rather to offer than to ask for.

Still, none the less, when he again saw her free he continued to keep away from her; when he came back with his thumbed Guide it was Mr.Buckton he caught--it was from Mr.Buckton he obtained half-a-crown's-worth of stamps.
After asking for the stamps he asked, quite as a second thought, for a postal-order for ten shillings.

What did he want with so many stamps when he wrote so few letters?
How could he enclose a postal-order in a telegram?
She expected him, the next thing, to go into the corner and make up one of his telegrams--half a dozen of them--on purpose to prolong his presence.

She had so completely stopped looking at him that she could only guess his movements--guess even where his eyes rested.

Finally she saw him make a dash that might have been toward the nook where the forms were hung; and at this she suddenly felt that she couldn't keep it up.