Then she glanced at him curiously.
"Why on earth," she asked, "should my sister make this offer to you?
She isn't a fool.

She doesn't usually trust strangers." "She trusted me, apparently," Tavernake answered.
"Can you understand why ?" Beatrice demanded.
"I think that I can," he replied.

"If one can rely upon one's perception, she is surrounded by people whom she might find agreeable companions but whom she is scarcely likely to have much confidence in.
Perhaps she realized that I wasn't like them." "And you want very much to take this money ?" she said, half to herself.
"I want to very much indeed," Tavernake admitted.

"I was on my way to see her this morning and to ask her to let me have it a day or two before the time, but I felt, somehow, that there seemed to be a certain amount of deceit in going to her and taking it without saying a word to you.

I felt that I had to come here first.