Are you going to be here that long ?" She realized the slip of her tongue and colored slightly.

Fairchild, recovered now, reached into a pocket and carefully fingered the bills there.

Then, with a quick motion, as he drew them forth, he covered a ten-dollar bill with a one-dollar note and thrust them forward.
"Yes, I 'll take the ticket." She handed it to him, thanked him, and reached for the money.

As it passed into her hand, a corner of the ten-dollar bill revealed itself, and she hastily thrust it toward him as though to return money paid by mistake.

Just as quickly, she realized his purpose and withdrew her hand.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, almost in a whisper, "I understand." She flushed and stood a second hesitant, flustered, her big eyes almost childish as they looked up into his.