It's my clothes worries me." She tucked her feet farther beneath the seat, and Hilary refrained from looking down.

"My hat is awful, and I do want some---" She looked Hilary in the face for the first time.

"I do wish I was rich." "I don't wonder." The little model gritted her teeth, and, twisting at her dirty gloves, said: "Mr.Dallison, d'you know the first thing I'd buy if I was rich ?" "No." "I'd buy everything new on me from top to toe, and I wouldn't ever wear any of these old things again." Hilary got up: "Come with me now, and buy everything new from top to toe." "Oh!" Hilary had already perceived that he had made an awkward, even dangerous, proposal; short, however, of giving her money, the idea of which offended his sense of delicacy, there was no way out of it.

He said brusquely: "Come along!" The little model rose obediently.

Hilary noticed that her boots were split, and this--as though he had seen someone strike a child--so moved his indignation that he felt no more qualms, but rather a sort of pleasant glow, such as will come to the most studious man when he levels a blow at the conventions.
He looked down at his companion--her eyes were lowered; he could not tell at all what she was thinking of.
"This is what I was going to speak to you about," he said: "I don't like that house you're in; I think you ought to be somewhere else.