“You need not despair. It is as easy to travel forty miles as thirty; and twenty are not much worse than ten. I will see you through.” But this touched her dignity again.
“You shall be well paid,” she repeated. I let it pass, and there came a pause.
“Can we not start?”
“You have not told me for which railway; but it doesn’t matter, as we cannot start to-night.”
“Why not?” The imperative mood again.
“My guide is not here.”
“Your guide?” Suspicion and incredulity now. “Do you mean to say you don’t know your own country? Do you expect me to believe that? It is a mere excuse.”
“Have you found me deceive you yet in anything?”
“There may have been no cause yet.”
“Will it not be more just to wait until you do find cause then?”