"It's better not. It only worries him."
She looked round her, dazed by the destruction of her dream.
"What am I to do, then? Where am I to go to?"
"Stay where you are, if you're comfortable. Your rent will be paid for you, and you shall have a small allowance."
"But who's going to give it me?"
"Mr. Gorst would, if he could. As he cannot, I am."
"You mustn't," said she. "I can't take it from you."
He had approached this point with a horrible dread lest she should misunderstand him.
"Better to take it from me than from him, or anybody else," he said significantly; "if it must be."
But Maggie had not misunderstood.