"Don't call me that!"
"But--if it's your name?"
"It's not my name to you; I wish you always to think of me as Miss Arnott."
"Then--" He paused; ceased to walk; looked at her, and went and stood with his back against the tree. "I fancy that what you stand most in need of is a friend. I can be that to you, if I can be nothing else. Come, tell me all about it--it will ease your mind."
"I've wanted to tell someone all the time; but I've told no one. I couldn't."
"I know what you mean; and I think I know what it feels like. Tell me--you'll find me an excellent father confessor."
"I shall have to begin at the beginning."
"Do. If I am to be of any assistance, and it's possible I may be, I shall have to understand it all quite clearly."
"My father died first, and then my mother, and when she died I was left with only quite a little money."
"And no relations?"