"Certain. She confessed, poor girl. Besides, I knew it. I'm not a brute. I'd marry her if I'd been the first and only one. I'd marry her if I were sure I'd be the last. I'd marry her, as it is, if I cared enough for her. Always provided I could keep her. But you know—"
"You don't care and you can't keep her. What are you going to do for her?"
Gorst in his anguish glared at Majendie.
"I can't do anything. That's the damnedest part of it. I'm simply cleaned out, till I get a berth somewhere."
Majendie looked grave. This time the prodigal had devoured his living. "You're going to leave her there, then. Is that it?"
"No, it isn't. There's another fellow who'd marry her, if she'd have him, but she won't. That's it."
"Because she's fond of you, I suppose?"
"Oh, I don't know about being fond," said Gorst sulkily. "She's fond of anybody."
"And what do you want me to do?"
"I'd be awfully glad if you'd go and see her."