"Ah! I heard--I am glad to hear that you are coming back." She was manifestly embarrassed, and Keith was wondering more and more what she wanted of him. "I just wanted to say good-by. I am going away." She was fumbling at her wrap. "And to tell you I have changed my business. I'm not goin' to keep a dance-house any longer."
"I am glad of that," said Keith, and then stuck fast again.
"I don't think a girl ought to keep a dance-house or a bank?"
"No; I agree with you. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know; I thought of trying a milliner. I know right smart about hats; but I'd wear all the pretty ones and give all the ugly ones away," she said, with a poor little smile. "And it might interfere with Mrs. Gaskins, and she is a widder. So I thought I'd go away. I thought of being a nurse--I know a little about that. I used to be about the hospital at my old home, and I've had some little experience since." She was evidently seeking his advice.
"You saved my life," said Keith. "Dr. Balsam says you are a born nurse."
She put this by without comment, and Keith went on.
"Where was your home?"
"Grofton."
"Grofton? You mean in England? In the West Country?"