"No, I'm perfectly well, thank you. But, whatever I may have said, I
don't approve of that poor creature showing herself for--for money. She
is selling herself. It _must_ be because there's no other way out."
Finger and thumb outstretched above the cringing little dog, Fanny was
steadily watching me. With a jerk of my whole body I turned on her. "You
agreed with me, Fanny, didn't you, in the garden yesterday afternoon?"