"Yes, I knew you would come," she answered, with bowed head.
"I am here to take you away to a cottage I have found for you—a place in the country, where you will be safe until I can find and bring your father to you."
As he ended, she lifted her head and looked at him through gathering tears.
"How good—how kind of you!" she said, very softly, "and oh, I thank you, indeed I do—but—"
"But, Clemency?"
"I must stay—here."
"In this awful place! Why?"
Clemency flushed, and looking down at the table, began to pleat a fold in the cloth with nervous fingers.
"Poor little Nick hasn't been very well lately, and I—can't leave him alone—" she began.
"Then bring him with you."