'Yes. Perhaps we can help each other.'
'You can help me,' said Falconer. 'I have a girl I don't know what to do with.'
'Send her to me. I will take care of her.'
'I will bring her. But I must come and see you first.'
'That will tell you where I live,' she said, giving him a card. Good-bye.'
'Till to-morrow,' said Falconer.
'She's not like that Bible fellow,' said De Fleuri, as he entered his room again. 'She don't walk into your house as if it was her own.'
He was leaning against his idle loom, which, like a dead thing, filled the place with the mournfulness of death. Falconer took a broken chair, the only one, and sat down.
'I am going to take a liberty with you, Mr. De Fleuri,' he said.
'As you please, Mr. Falconer.'