"On the contrary!" said Faith, hotly, "she has never spoken of you to me! All that she ever said of you was said on those two occasions in your presence. But she doesn't have to speak, for I can see it in her face. That girl's soul is on your conscience. You are responsible for her, Mr. Denton!"
Young Denton turned and looked at her searchingly.
"So long as you believe that, there is no hope for me," he muttered.
The next moment he bowed silently and left the apartment. When he had gone Faith stood a moment almost trembling with excitement. She did not even try to explain her many conflicting emotions. This much she knew—she pitied him exceedingly, he was so young, so weak—she could reason no further.
When her mother came in she was crying softly. The events of the day had completely unnerved her.
Mrs. Marvin finally succeeded in comforting her a little, and then followed plans for the future, both for themselves and others.
They decided to move as soon as possible, so that they could accommodate little Dick in a more satisfactory manner, and also have a room for a servant and one for visitors.
It was a pleasant programme, and its arrangement cheered Mrs. Marvin wonderfully. She was one of those women who droop under adversity, but who spring up like a flower at the first gleam of sunshine.
Contrary to her wishes, Faith insisted on going to the store the next morning. She was so decided about the matter that Mrs. Marvin dared not argue.
"I shall say nothing about our fortune," she said, as she started, "until I see exactly how it will affect my position as a helper."