I'll take you to Lord and Taylor's, deliver you to your sister-in-law, and then slink home----" "But I don't wish to go there with a hatless man! I can't understand----" "Well, I'll have to tell you if you drive me to it," he said, looking at her very calmly, but a flush mounted to his cheek-bones; "I have no money--with me." "Why didn't you say so?
How absurd not to borrow it from me----" Something in his face checked her; then he laughed.
"There's no reason why you shouldn't know how poor I am," he said.
"It doesn't worry me, so it certainly will not worry you.

I can't afford a hat for a few days--and I'll leave you here if you wish.
Why do you look so shocked?
Oh, well--then we'll stop at Genin's.
They know me there." They stopped at Genin's and he bought a hat and charged it, giving his addresses in a low voice; but she heard it.
"Is it becoming ?" he asked airily, examining the effect in a glass.
"Am I the bully boy with the eye of glass, Mrs.Paige ?" "You are, indeed," she said, laughing.

"Shall we find Celia ?" But they could not find her sister-in-law in the shop, which was now refilling with excited people.
"Celia _non est_," he observed cheerfully.

"The office is closed by this time.

May I see you safely to Brooklyn ?" She turned to the ferry stage which was now drawing up at the curb; he assisted her to mount, then entered himself, humming under his breath: "To Brooklyn! To Brooklyn! So be it.