In reality he had exceeded it by a few pounds, as he discovered upon inquiry afterward in London.
Anyhow it did not much matter, he said to himself: he was sure to find some way of restoring it to her.
Suddenly she looked up, and said hurriedly: "I can never repay you, Dr.Faber.No one can do the impossible." "You can repay me," returned Faber.
"How ?" she said, looking startled.
"By never again thinking of obligation to me." "You must not ask that of me," she rejoined.

"It would not be right." The tinge of a rose not absolutely white floated over her face and forehead as she spoke.
"Then I shall be content," he replied, "if you will say nothing about it until you are well settled.

After that I promise to send you a bill as long as a snipe's." She smiled, looked up brightly, and said, "You promise ?" "I do." "If you don't keep your promise, I shall have to take severe measures.
Don't fancy me without money.

I _could_ pay you now--at least I think so." It was a great good sign of her that she could talk about money plainly as she did.

It wants a thoroughbred soul to talk _just_ right about money.