"Declined, with thanks."
"So blunt, yet so pointed. A pity it's not original. But I know what you meant by your remedy. You don't see it would be a double crime, and you are too good a man even to commit a single one."
"You mean——"
"I mean I should follow you. It would be just lovely to be rowed across the Styx together. Of course, I should have to pay your obolus."
"It is getting late. I really think we ought to turn back."
Lady Thiselton sighed.
"I must confess I am dejected," she said. "I should like to have a quiet cry. What are you going to do, Morgan?"
"Nothing."
But he knew that would mean bankruptcy, and he had also an unpleasant conviction that she meant what she said about following him.
"And even if we did go to throw sugar to Cerberus, your father would step in and inherit your debts, and you will have sacrificed us both in vain. The result is the same, whether we go to Whitechapel or to the other place. You can't make it otherwise. Now, if you won't let me be your wife, at least let me be a sort of mother to you."