She was nervous, breathless, and he looked wonderingly at her.
"Wait just a minute," she said; "I have something to give you." She darted into the sitting-room; he could hear her running up the stairs.

She was gone a long time, so long a time that he grew impatient and paced the floor with long, hasty strides.

He was certain that it was fully five minutes before she reappeared, and then her manner was more nervous than ever.
"You act," he said suspiciously, "as though you wanted to keep me here." "No, no," she denied breathlessly, her eyes bright and her cheeks aflame.

"How can you think that?
I have brought you some money; you will need it." She had a leather bag in her hands, and she seized it by the bottom and turned out its contents--a score or more of twenty-dollar gold pieces.
"Take them," she said as he hesitated.

And, not waiting for him to act, she began to gather them up.