"To London."
"To your old apartments at Clapham?"
"Oh, no, no!"
"Have you money—money enough to last you for some time?"
"Yes; I have saved money."
"If you should be in want of help, will you let me help you?"
"Willingly, Mr. Austin. I am not too proud to accept your help in the hour of my need."
"You will write to me, then, at my mother's, or you will write to my mother herself, if ever you require assistance. I shall tell my mother nothing of what has passed between us this day, except that we have parted. You are going by the half-past nine o'clock train, you say, Miss Wilmot?"
Clement had only spoken the truth when he said that he was a proud man. He asked this question in the same business-like tone in which he might have addressed a lady who was quite indifferent to him.
"Yes, Mr. Austin."