“And you gave him the money—I saw you!”
“I did—all I could spare.”
“Is he—is your sister married?”
“No,” she whispered.
“And why—” began Gethryn, angrily, “Why does that scoundrel come to beg money—” He stopped, for the girl was in evident distress.
“Ah! You know why,” she said in a scarce audible voice.
The young man was silent.
“And you will come again?” she asked timidly.
No answer.
She moved toward the door.