Prompt as he generally was, he could say nothing: he knew what was coming next.

She spoke while still she stooped.
"When you come again," she said, "will you kindly let me know how much I am in your debt ?" As she ended she rose and stood before him, but she looked no higher than his shirt-studs.

She was ashamed to speak of her indebtedness as an amount that could be reckoned.

The whiteness of her cheek grew warm, which was all her complexion ever revealed of a blush.

It showed plainer in the deepened darkness of her eyes, and the tremulous increase of light in them.
"I will," he replied, without the smallest response of confusion, for he had recovered himself.