“Robert will not return,” said Zayata sadly.
“But my uncle — ” The girl was puzzled.
“Suppose,” said Zayata softly, “that your uncle would no longer be in his home. Suppose that, if you lived in his house, you would be alone, friendless, worried, extremely unhappy—”
The girl was nodding, even though she did not understand.
“—where would you go?” came Zayata’s question.
“I do not know.”
“Would you come here, knowing that no one could harm you, knowing that you would be free from worry—”
“I–I suppose so,” the girl admitted.
“Margaret,” said Henri Zayata firmly, “when you leave here, you will go to the greatest unhappiness you have ever experienced. Sadness — difficulties — misery — all await you. You can avoid them all.”
“How?”