She started. “Who are you?” she cried.
“I'm just one of the servants, ma'am.”
She caught her breath. “Did he send you?” she demanded.
“No,” said he, “I came to help you.”
“I don't need any help. Let me be.”
“But you can't stay here in the rain,” he protested. “You'll catch your death.”
“I want to die!” she answered. “What have I to live for?”
Samuel stood for a moment, perplexed. Then, as he touched her wet clothing again, common sense asserted itself. “You mustn't stay here,” he said. “You mustn't.”
But she only went on weeping. “He's cast me off!” she exclaimed. “My God, what shall I do?”
Samuel turned and ran into the house again and got an umbrella in the hall. Then he took the girl by the arm and half lifted her. “Come,” he said. “Please.”