She gave me an indescribable look. "What can you, what can any one know about it? He may want money; how can he take care of himself in such circumstances without money? I sent for you to contrive some plan by which he can be communicated with. Do tell me at once what to do."
"How can I tell you, when, as you say, I do not know what is required. You wish to see him, I presume?"
"How can I—O, I dislike so much to ask this of you—but will you take a message to him?" She asked this desperately, half expecting me to decline, as decline I did.
"Miss Jorgensen, you are now able to ride. Shall I send a carriage for you?"
"There may be those on the lookout who would instantly suspect my purpose in going out in that way. On the contrary, nobody would suspect you."
"Still, I might be observed, which would not be pleasant, I can imagine, from what you leave me to surmise. No, Miss Jorgensen, much as I should like to serve you personally, you must excuse me from connecting myself in any way with Mr. Hurst; and if I might be allowed to offer advice, I should say that, in justice to yourself, you ought to cut loose from him at once."
Miss Jorgensen covered her face with one little emaciated hand, and sat silent a few seconds. "Send me the carriage," she said, "and I will go."
"You forgive me?"
"You have been very good," she said. "I ought not have required more of you. I will go at once; the sooner the better."
When I had reached the head of the stairs, I turned back again to her door.