“Yes.”
“Did Jones know?”
“No; I will tell you why I didn’t tell him.”
She told Mackenzie quite truthfully all about Tom. “There was no occasion for Sam to go on like that to-night,” she added in conclusion; “I wasn’t goin’ to ’ave anything to do with Tom. I am not that sort of gurl, Mr. Mac; if I have one intended I stick to him. But Sam not behaving himself now, an’ I going back home to Jamaica.”
They had arrived at her home. Afraid to be left alone, yet also fearing that if Mackenzie went in with her there might be some talk about it amongst the neighbours of a suspicious turn of mind, she stopped and hesitated.
“It is late,” said Mackenzie, “but I want to have a talk with you, so I will come in for a little.” After this, of course, she could say nothing.
“You mean to tell me,” he said, as he sat down, “that Jones not goin’ on no better than before?”
“No, Mr. Mac; him gamble too much, an’ stay out late every night. He won’t hear what I say to him at all.”
“What you goin’ to do?”
“I make up me mind. I am goin’ back to Jamaica.”