He glanced up at the number of the door by which he stood.
"It must be a dozen doors further on," he said.
"It's the last house in the row," murmured Gertie, in a weak voice. "Is father looking out? Go and see."
"My dear girl," said Frank, "do not be silly. Do remember your mother's letter."
Then she suddenly turned on him, and if ever she was genuine she was in that moment.
"Frankie," she whispered, "why not take me away yourself? Oh! take me away! take me away!"
He looked into her eyes for an instant, and in that instant he caught again that glimpse as of Jenny herself.
"Take me away—I'll live with you just as you like!" She took him by his poor old jacket-lapel. "You can easily make enough, and I don't ask—"
Then he detached her fingers and took her gently by the arm.
"Come with me," he said. "No; not another word."