"That certainly," says Rylton, who feels as if all things should be allowed her at this juncture, considering how little it is in his power to allow.
"And you?" She looks up at him. "You could do as you liked, too!"
"Thank you!" says Rylton.
He smiles in spite of himself, but the girl continues very grave.
"You say you have nothing," says she, "but this house?"
"It is useless arguing about it," returns Rylton; "this house will go shortly with all the rest. For myself, I don't care much really, but my mother—she would feel it. That's why I say you can help us, if you will."
"I should like to help you!" says Tita, still very slowly.
She lays a stress upon the word "you."
"Well, will you trust yourself to me?"
"Trust myself!"