"A little, perhaps," Garth admitted.
"What shall I do?" she said. "I have nothing else."
"At the Landing I will dress you in a rough sweater, and a felt hat strapped under your chin," he said with a smile.
Natalie was aggrieved. "I like to look nice," she protested.
"You would—even then," said poor Garth.
She changed the subject. "What a gross beast that big man is!" she said strongly.
"Poor devil!" said Garth unconsciously. He understood from his own feelings a little of what Nick was going through.
Natalie turned a surprised face on him. "Are you sorry for him?" she demanded.
"A little."
"Why?"