He looked at her with an odd, upward glance under his shaggy,
overhanging brows, while the protruding lower lip went a shade further
out.

"Help you to do it? How?"

"By letting her have mine."

Again he looked at her, almost suspiciously.

"You've got plenty to give away, I suppose?"

"On the contrary, I've pitifully little; but such as it is, I want her
to have it all. She could live on it--with economy; or at least she says
I could."

"And can't you?"

"I don't want to. As there isn't enough for two, I wish to settle it on
her. Isn't that the word?--settle?"

"It'll do as well as another. And what do you propose to do yourself?"

"Work."

Diane forced the word in a little gasp of humiliation, but she got it
out.

"And what'll you work at?"