Dracula by Bram Stoker Chapter 14 Page 14

By this time my little joke was over, and I was almost ashamed. So I took the typewritten copy from my work basket and handed it to him.

“Forgive me,” I said. “I could not help it, but I had been thinking that it was of dear Lucy that you wished to ask, and so that you might not have time to wait, not on my account, but because I know your time must be precious, I have written it out on the typewriter for you.”

He took it and his eyes glistened. “You are so good,” he said. “And may I read it now? I may want to ask you some things when I have read.”

“By all means,” I said. “read it over whilst I order lunch, and then you can ask me questions whilst we eat.”