"She is alone, and without friends at hand. She wishes to leave the city and take refuge in her own house in the country, but it is uninhabited except by servants. She does not know of my application to you, which I make believing it to be a case of charity."
Mrs. Nettley began to knead her dough with a haste and vigour which told of other matters on hand.
"Will you go, Mr. Landholm?"
"Certainly — to see you safe there — and then I will come back and take care of Mr. Inchbald."
"How far is it, sir?"
"So far as my old home, which Miss Haye has bought."
"What, Wut — that place of yours?" said Mrs. Nettley.
"Yes," Winthrop said gravely.
"And how long shall I be wanted, Mr. Landholm?"
"I do not know, Mrs. Nettley."