But you needn't hate me because you're in trouble," he hinted irrelevantly.

"I'm not to blame, you know." "I--I hate to ask help from--a stranger," she said, watching him from under her lashes.

"And I can't help showing what I feel.

I hate to feel under an obligation--" "If that's all, forget it," he assured her calmly.

"It's a law of the open--to help a fellow out in a pinch.