“I’ll help you, Zyp, now and always, if you need it—always, as far as it is possible for me to.”
“We don’t want much—enough to get away, that’s all. If he could only be free a little while, I think perhaps he might recover partly and be strong to seek for work.”
“It will take me a day or two.”
“So long? Oh, Renny!”
“I must go to London to raise it. I can’t possibly manage it otherwise.”
She gave a heavy forlorn sigh.
“I hope it won’t come too late?”
“You can trust me, dear, not to delay a minute longer over it than is absolutely necessary.”
“You are the only one I can always trust,” she said, with a little, wan, melancholy smile.
A sleek shine of moonlight was spreading so that I could see her face turned up to me.