Before I got back to my inn I was rejoined by the servant and the girl.
“How could you lead me into such a dangerous position?” said I. “You must have known your mother was savage.”
“I hoped she would behave respectfully to you.”
“Be calm; don’t weep any more. Tell me how I can serve you.”
“Rather than return to that horrible house I was in yesterday I would throw myself into the sea.”
“Do you know of any respectable house where I can keep her?” said I to the man.
He told me he did know a respectable individual who let furnished apartments.
“Take me to it, then.”
The man was of an advanced age, and he had rooms to let on all the floors.
“I only want a little nook,” said the girl; and the old man took us to the highest story, and opened the door of a garret, saying—