He did not thank her for her sympathy.

Without comment he passed on to his second question.
"And are you still disposed to be generous ?" he asked her, with a directness that surpassed her own.

"Is your offer--that splendid offer of yours--still open?
Or have you changed your mind?
You mustn't pity me overmuch.

I have enough to live on--enough for two"-- he smiled again that pleasant, sudden smile of his--"if you will do the cooking and polish the front-door knob." "What will you do ?" demanded Molly, with a new-found independence of tone that his light manner made possible.
"I shall clean the boots," he answered, promptly, "or swab the floors, or, it may be"-- he bent slightly towards her, and she saw a new light in his eyes as he ended--"it may be, stand by my wife to lift the saucepan off the fire, or do all her other little jobs when she is tired." Again, and more strongly, she felt that he was drawing her, and she knew that she was going--going into deep waters in which his hand alone could hold her up.

She stood before him silently.