Forgive me." Frankly, impulsively, she stretched her hand across the table.

He touched it timidly with his ineffectual fingers, not knowing what to do with it, vaguely wondering whether he should raise it to his lips, and so kept touching it, until she pressed his fingers in a little grip of friendliness, and withdrew it with a laugh.
"Do you know, I still have that money," he said, pulling a handful of great five-louis pieces from his pocket.

"I can't spend it.

I've tried to.

I bought a dog yesterday but he wanted to bite me and I had to give him to the hotel porter.