She, too, watched with emotionless face.
"Do you think that I want to buy you ?" he demanded.

"There! You are free from your money claims.

You can leave my room this moment, if you will, and owe me nothing." She made no movement, yet he was vaguely disturbed by a sense of having made but little progress, a terrible sense of impending failure.

His fingers began to tremble, his face was the face of a man stretched upon the rack.
"Perhaps those words of mine were false," he went on.

"Perhaps, in a sense, I do want to buy you, buy the little kindnesses that go with affection, buy your kind words, the touch sometimes of your fingers, the pleasant sense of companionship I feel when I am with you.