“But don’t you see?” she said vehemently. “You’ll have to, on—on Mrs. Page’s account.”
“I won’t!” he declared again.
They were both silent for a moment.
“Look here!” he said abruptly. “How did you get mixed up in this? Why did you come?”
“Because—I wanted—to help,” she answered, as if the words were hard to speak. Again there was a silence.
“All right!” he said, at last. “I’ll do whatever you say.”
She looked away as she answered:
“Miss—Jinky is the only name I know her by—she thought I’d better go and speak to Mrs. Abercrombie.”
“All right! Do you want me to run you down there now?”
“Yes, please.”