"I have no relations, Sir."
"Ah! .... Then he deliberately shut you out of his house in the middle of the night, knowing you had nowhere else to go to?"
"Yes!"
"The damned scoundrel!"
Bessie, who had been crying again, was looking up at him with wet but shining eyes.
"Well, what are you going to do now? Do you know anybody in town who can take you in for to-night?"
"No."
"Then I must knock up one of the Inns for you. Here's the old Plough—what do you say to the Plough?"
"Dan Baldromma goes there—Mrs. Beatty would get into trouble."
"The Saddle then?"