This other friend had shown so much beauty of conduct already that he would surely after all just re-appear long enough to relieve her, to give her something she could take away.

She saw it, caught it, at times, his parting present; and there were moments when she felt herself sitting like a beggar with a hand held out to almsgiver who only fumbled.

She hadn't taken the sovereigns, but she _would_ take the penny.

She heard, in imagination, on the counter, the ring of the copper.

"Don't put yourself out any longer," he would say, "for so bad a case.