"It's a sad business, Seth," said Jim despondently. "And I don't know what we can do about it. If she really did come to London you might look for her here for the rest of your life and never find her."
"Ay, it's a mortal big place. The clatter an' the bustle mazes me till my head spins round. But I conna go whoam till I've looked for her."
"I'll find you a room. My man Joyce is sure to know where to get one. Have you enough money with you?"
"Ah havena much, but it mun do. When it's done ah'll go whoam."
"You must let me see to your board and lodging, at the very least, Seth----"
"Ah con pay my way--for a time. It doan't cost me much to live."
"Whatever you say, I shall see to your board and lodging, Seth, so don't make any trouble about it. I wonder now"--as a sudden idea struck him.
"Han yo' thowt o' something?"--with a gleam of hope.
"There's an old friend of my father who has been very kind to me. I was just wondering if he could help us at all."
The hope died out of Seth's eyes. From all he had ever heard of Captain Denzil he did not place much faith in any friend of his rendering any very reliable help in such a matter.