"I promise," said Henry. "Wherever I am, whatever I am doing, I will come."
"I have written to my uncle and I know he will come if he can. But he travels very much abroad, and my other uncle is in Japan. If they do not get any letter, I have no one—no one but you."
She took Henry's hand again. "Since father died I can't love any one," she said. "But I can be your friend and never forget you. I have been so long frightened now, and I am so tired and so ashamed, that I think all deeper feeling is dead.
"I only want to get home. Do you understand, and not think me false?"
Henry said, "I'm just as proud as I can be."
Then, saying very little, he took her back to Peter Street.