“Then go as you came.”
“No.”
She stood gracefully and quietly before her. Rose Delano moved farther from her, as if to escape her grave brown eyes.
“You do not know what you are doing,” cried the girl, excitedly; “have you no father or mother, no one to tell you what a girl should not do?”
“I have both; but I have also a friend,—Dr. Kemp.”
“He is my friend too,” affirmed Rose, tremulously.
“Then we have one good thing in common; and since he is my friend and yours, why should we not be friends?”
“Because he is a man, and you are a woman. He has then told you my story?”
“Yes.”
“And you feel yourself unharmed in coming here—to such a creature as I?”