"Where to?"
"Oh, north."
"What for?"
"Work. Please don't question me. I'd rather you wouldn't."
She pondered a moment.
"Are you—what they call a—workingman?" she presently resumed.
"Yes," said he. "Why?"
"And are you happy?"
"Yes. In a way. Or shall be, when I've done what I mean to do."
"But—forgive me—you're very poor?"