Lalage was sobbing very quietly in the chair; it was the end of everything for her.
After a while, "What will you do now?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I don't know. I don't think I care, now I've lost you." She waited a moment in a last, desperate hope he would correct her, then went on, "Your people have been to the police, and they're hunting me out. Already, the agent has been round to give me notice to go immediately, and the hire-purchase people are sending for the furniture back. Everything has gone. Still I shall manage."
In a flash, he was jealous again. "Do you mean to say——" he began; but she cut him short.
"No, Jimmy, not that. You need never fear the old life again."
Her words gave him a new fear. "Will you promise you won't kill yourself?" He had come nearer to her, and she thought he was going to touch her.
For a moment she hesitated, confirming his suspicions.
"Promise," he said, almost sternly.
Then she looked up, and asked him a question in turn: "What will you do, Jimmy?"