"Well," she said, looking away from him for the first time, "I shall feel hurt if you don't."
Goulburn set to work on the digging process again.
"You will completely spoil the toe of that boot," she said presently. "And it isn't necessary."
He looked up and faced her squarely.
"Very well," he said. "You shall lend me those twenty pounds on the understanding that I pay them to my sister to-morrow and—make a clean breast of it to her."
She nodded thoughtfully.
"That's honest of you," she said. "She'll understand."
"And that you allow me to repay you as quickly as I can. I shall be eager to do that," he said, somewhat proudly.
"Oh, of course," she replied. Then, unclasping her purse, she handed him some notes, after which she rose to her feet. "There! And what a fuss about nothing! We could have done all that in two minutes if you hadn't been so prim and proper."
"Will you please give me your name and address?" he said, producing a pocket-book and a pencil.
She hesitated a moment.
"My name is Moira Phillimore, and I am staying at Claridge's Hotel," she replied. "But I shall not be there after to-morrow. They will always have my address, though."
Goulburn drew out a card-case and handed her a
