“You can do as you like,” he answered. “If you cannot get money, I must go away.”
“Go away!” she echoed, with alarm; he saw his advantage and followed it up.
“I shall not stay here to be starved,” he repeated.
“I should starve, too,” she said sadly; “are you altogether oblivious of that fact, Alfred?”
“If you choose to do so it is your own business, and no reason why I should. I have friends who will receive me, and I shall go to them.”
“Would they not extend a helping hand to us both?”
“No,” he said doggedly.
“They cannot love you as I do,” she pleaded.
“I cannot help that. I shall go to them.”
“I give you all I have.”