I was only going to say that I believed I could get you a good place in McCarthy's store if you wanted it.

He pays sixty-five dollars, and his clerk has just left." Brant stared at her with open mooch, totally unable for the moment to decide whether or not that innocent, sympathetic face masked mischief.
Before he succeeded in regaining confidence and speech, she had risen to her feet, holding back her skirt with one hand.
"Really, I must go," she announced calmly, drawing back toward the slight opening between the rushes.

"No doubt YOU have done fully as well as you could considering your position in life; but this has proved another disappointment.

You have fallen, far, very far, below my ideal.

Good-bye." He sprang instantly erect, his cheeks flushed.