She felt her throat quite dry, and her voice husky,
"This evening, my dear; this evening! That is rather sudden. I am not sure we could manage that. And where are your things?"
"What things?" asked May, in a whisper.
"Your luggage, my dear."
"I have none."
"Well, then, give me the name and address of some of your friends in London."
"I cannot."
"Oh dear, dear, dear! I am very sorry, truly sorry for you, my child. But you have friends in London?" said the old lady, in a kindly tone.
May placed her hand on the back of the chair, and rose with unsteady limbs.
"I beg your pardon," she said, in a low broken voice, "I now understand what you mean. I have no luggage, and can give no reference. Thank you for your kindness. Good-evening!" and before the old lady had time to rise or speak, May had reached the outer door and gained the street.