“About three months' wages.”
“Only three pounds altogether!”
“It will be quite sufficient.”
“What friends have you got in London?”
“None—that is to say—no, none whatever.”
“Then why don't you go back to your island?”
“Because I don't wish to be a burden upon my people, and because earning my living in London doesn't depend on the will or the whim of any woman.”
“That's just like you. I might have dismissed you instantly, but for the sake of the chaplain I've borne with your rudeness and irregularities, and even tried to be your friend, and yet—— I dare say you've not even told your people why you are leaving the hospital?”
“I haven't—I haven't told them yet that I'm leaving at all.”
“Then I've a great mind to do it for you. A venturesome, headstrong girl who flings herself on London is in danger of ruin.”