"But I do want to be of service to you. There is something of truth in what you say. You have been disappointed; and I, perhaps, of all men am the most bound to come to your assistance now that you are in need."
"How can I take it from you?" said Burgo, almost crying.
"You shall take it from her!"
"No;—that would be worse; twenty times worse. What! take her money, when she would not give me herself!"
"I do not see why you should not borrow her money,—or mine. You shall call it which you will."
"No; I won't have it."
"And what will you do then?"
"What will I do? Ah! That's the question. I don't know what I will do. I have the key of my bedroom in my pocket, and I will go to bed to-night. It's not very often that I look forward much beyond that."
"Will you let me call on you, to-morrow?"
"I don't see what good it will do? I shan't get up till late, for fear they should shut the room against me. I might as well have as much out of them as I can. I think I shall say I'm ill, and keep my bed."