“I'll do what you want, on one condition.”

“What?”

“That you leave this place.”

“Where for?”

“Anywhere—the farther the better. I'll pay your passage to Sydney, and you go or stay there as you please.”

She had grown calmer, hearing him thus relenting. “But this house, Maurice?”

“You are not in debt?”

“No.”

“Well, leave it. It's your own affair, not mine. If I help you, you must go.”

“May I see him?”