"Better let me take care of you." And now, having stopped the barking of the mastiff, he came and sat down by her side.
"No! no!" She tried to shrink away, but was too weak to succeed.
"So you ran away, eh? Are they after you?"
"I don't know. I—I suppose so."
"How did you get out of the house?"
"I climbed out of a window, when the nurse and the policeman were not looking."
"Bloomin' clever, that," he murmured. His eyes were watching her closely, and to himself he was saying: "Gad, what a beauty she is, in spite of what she has suffered!"
"I am going away—far away!" she went on, in a low voice. "Oh, I cannot, cannot stay here."
"You can't travel in your condition, Margaret." He pulled thoughtfully at his mutton-chop whiskers. "You let me help you."
"You?"