'Wait a minute, Jack. Betty, my poor little Betty. Why are you here? Why haven't you written to me?'
'Leave me alone,' said Betty hoarsely.
'I won't leave you alone. Betty, tell me, what's this? Are you married?'
A look of pain came over the girl's face, but she said nothing.
'Look here, Betty, we can't talk here. Leave the bucket, come with me. I'll see it's all right.'
'Oh, I can't do that. Oh, let me alone; it's too late.'
'I don't understand you. It's never too late. Now just get into the cab and come with me.'
'I can't. I must give notice . . .' She looked about to weep.
'Come along.' Victoria increased the pressure on the girl's arms. Jack stood up in the cab. He seemed as frightened as he was surprised.
'I say, Vicky . . .' he began.