"Quite easily," said Barnabas stoutly, "oh quite—until I bring your father to you."
"Dear, dear father!" she sighed. "Is he much changed, I wonder? Is he well,—quite well?"
"Yes, he is very well," answered Barnabas, "but you—indeed you cannot stay here—"
"I must," she answered. "I can earn enough for my needs with my needle, and poor little Nick is very kind—so gentle and considerate in spite of his great, rough voice and fierce ways. I think he is the gentlest little man in all the world. He actually refused to take my money at first, until I threatened to go somewhere else."
"But how did you find your way to—such a place as this?"
"Milo brought me here."
"The Viscount's little imp of a groom?"
"Yes, though he promised never to tell—him where I was, and Milo always keeps his word. And you, Mr. Beverley, you will promise also, won't you?"
"You mean—never to tell the Viscount of your whereabouts?"
Clemency nodded.