She gave him her hand, which was quite white and unsoiled, languidly, and bade him a careless good-night. As Walter went out of the kitchen, she was surprised, but not more so than he was himself, that two tears rolled down his cheeks. He dashed them away quickly, however, and when the little seamstress accompanied him to the door, he was quite calm again.
'You'll take care of her and not let her away, and I'll be eternally obliged to you. I trust you entirely,' he said quickly.
Teen nodded sagaciously.
'If she gangs oot o' this hoose, she tak's me wi' her,' she said, with a determined curve on her thin lips.
'And whatever you need, come to me,' he said, with his hand in his pocket; but Teen stopped him with a quick gesture.
'I have ony amount o' money I got frae Miss Gladys.'
'Keep it for yourself. You must spend my money on Liz, and see that she wants for nothing. It strikes me a doctor is the first thing she needs, but I'll be back to-morrow. Good-night, and thank you, Teen. You are a good little soul.'
'Middlin',' replied Teen, with a jerk, and closed the door.
