'When I get to London I am going to find some work to do,' I assured her; but she shook her head, and smiled a little sadly.
'Come to think of it,' said Mr. Baker, 'this Turton is about your only friend.'
'I don't call him a friend,' I answered.
'Anyhow,' exclaimed Eliza, 'it is too late to do anything to-night.'
'I suppose you can make the boy up a bed somewhere?' said Mr. Baker.
'If you ask my opinion,' she replied, 'the sooner he's inside it the better.'
'Yes; and directly after breakfast to-morrow morning,' he said, 'I shall drive the youngster back to Castlemore.'
'Not to Mr. Turton's!' I cried.
'What else do you think I can do with you?' he asked, as Eliza went away to prepare my bed.
'I would sooner do anything—anything,' I said, 'than go back.'