"I—I could not have any trouble between you," she said in a low tone.
"But I promise to bring him safely," he said doggedly.
She still shook her head.
"I will go to the wife of the inspector," said Garth—"a woman in such a position is sure to be the right sort—and I will explain our position frankly. She will be glad to take you in!"
Natalie shot an odd glance at him. "I will not let you," she said quickly.
"But why?"
"The risk of the humiliation of a refusal is too great," she said. "I do not doubt she is a good woman; I'm sure she rises splendidly to all the demands of her position up here. But she has a position to maintain, you see; no doubt she is bringing up girls. And me!"—Natalie turned away her head—"consider how extraordinary the story sounds! Only one woman in a thousand would believe."
Garth turned a distressed face to her. "I have not taken care of you properly," he cried remorsefully.
Natalie veiled her eyes; and her hand stole to her breast. "Let us not talk about that!" she murmured unevenly.
Garth was perplexed and silent.