“Oh, that’s nothing. I shall be all right.”
“Yes, but how? What are you going to do?”
“Well, I’ve written to someone, someone in England, to suggest that I should go there.”
“Let me see you safely to the other side, then—”
“Oh, no, thank you. I must have time to decide if that is best. I have written, and I am waiting for her answer.”
“This is some lady you know well that you think of going to?”
“No, I’ve never seen her,” began Miss Eden, rather reluctantly.
“And you mean to trust yourself to someone you don’t know?”
The tears sprang to the girl’s eyes.
“I have to,” said she, petulantly. “I have no near relations; you might have guessed that, since your uncle, who was only an old friend of my father’s, is my only guardian.”