“Indeed, ma’am, I don’t know, unless she goes into the streets,” said the policeman.
“I’ll take her,” said Miss Barnes.
“It’ll be a heavenly charity if you do, ma’am,” replied the man.
Miss Barnes turned to the girl.
“Nora, will you go with me?”
“Yes ’m,” gasped Nora, with hungry soul looking out of her eyes.
“Come, then,” said the lady shortly, leading the way out.
Thomas, holding the door of the carriage, was struck dumb with horror to see the apparition, but the timid little figure kept close to his mistress, and she wore such a look that the old servant dared not speak.
“To a respectable bath house,” was Miss Barnes’s order.
Thomas bowed, reached his seat somehow, and drove off.