"Mrs. Roberts," he said, "listen to me. I am a friend of your husband's. Will you let me help you?"
"Indeed, I need no help."
"I know you are frozen," he went on; "and—where is the servant?"
"She has left. I—I haven't got another yet," she faltered.
"In the passage," Philip went on, "there is a wheelbarrow. It holds coals, food, and drink. It's for you."
She started up.
"I can't—indeed I can't! Jim wouldn't like it."
"Jim be hanged! I'll settle with him. You're to take them. Do you hear?"
She did not answer. He walked up to her and put a little canvas bag in her hands.
"There's money. No, take it. I shall keep an account."