Alma saw that he intended respectful behaviour. The fact of being in her own house was, of course, a protection, but Dymes, she quite understood, had altered in mind towards her. She treated him distantly, yet without a hint of unfriendliness. 'I began to wonder whether I had missed a letter of yours. It's some time since you promised to write--on business.' 'The fact is,' he replied, 'I kept putting it off, hoping to see you, and it's wonderful how time slips by. I can hardly believe that it's more than a year since your recital. How splendidly it came off! If only you could have followed it up--but we won't talk about that.' He paused for any remark she might wish to make. Alma, dreamy for a moment, recovered herself, and asked, in a disinterested tone---- 'We paid all expenses, I suppose?' 'Well--not quite.' 'Not quite? I understood from you that there was no doubt about it.' 'I thought,' said Dymes, as he bent forward familiarly, 'that my silence would let you know how matters stood. If there had been anything due to you, of course I should have sent a cheque. We did very well indeed, remarkably well, but the advertising expenses were very heavy.' He took a paper from his pocket. 'Here is the detailed account. I shouldn't have spent so much if I hadn't regarded it as an investment. You had to be boomed, you know--floated, and I flatter myself I did it pretty well. But, of course, as things turned out----' Alma glanced over the paper. The items astonished her. 'You mean to say, then, that I am in your debt for a hundred and thirty pounds?' 'Debt be hanged!' cried Dymes magnanimously. 'That's all done with, long ago. I only wanted to explain how things were.' Alma reddened. She was trying to remember the state of her banking account, and felt sure that, at this moment, considerably less than a hundred pounds stood to her credit. But she rose promptly. 'Of course, I shall give you a cheque.' 'Nonsense! Don't treat me like a regular agent, Mrs. Rolfe. Surely you know me better than that? I undertook it for the pleasure of the thing----' 'But you don't suppose I can accept a present of money from you, Mr Dymes?' 'Hang it! Just as you like, of course. But don't make me take it now, as if I'd looked in with my little bill. Send the cheque, if you must. But what I really came for, when I called a few weeks ago, was something else--quite a different thing, and a good deal more important. Just sit down again, if you can spare me a few minutes.' With face averted, Alma sank back into her chair. Harvey would give her the money without a word, but she dreaded the necessity of asking him for it. So disturbed were her thoughts that she did not notice how oddly Dymes was regarding her, and his next words sounded meaningless. 'By-the-bye, can we talk here?' 'Talk----?'