She could in no other way account for his strange conduct, and she sat
staring at him while he continued: "I told you once that when I wanted
my bill I'd let you know. I'd ask for pay. I want it now. I present my
bill."
With a scared, miserable feeling, Maddy listened to him, wondering
where she should get the money, if it were possible for her
grandfather to raise it, and how much her entire wardrobe would bring,
suppose she should sell it! The bill had not troubled her latterly,
for she had fallen into a way of believing that the doctor would wait
until she was graduated and could earn it by teaching. Nothing could
be more inopportune than for him to present it now; and with a
half-stifled sob she began to speak, but he her by a gesture, and
sitting down beside her, said, in a voice more natural than the one with
which he had at first addressed her: "Maddy, I know you have no money. It is not that I want, Maddy; I
want--I want--you."
He bent down over her now, for her face was hidden in her hands, all
sense of sight shut out, all sense of hearing, too, save the words he
was pouring into her ear--words which burned their way into her heart,
making It throb for a single moment with gratified pride, and then
growing heavy as lead as she knew how impossible it was for her to pay
the debt in the way which he desired.