“What happened?”
“It isn’t a thing to talk or think about, I’m afraid. One starts thinking, and ends by wanting something—and I didn’t at first. What I said at first I meant—nothing more nor less.”
Her lips tightened. “If you mean just that——”
It raked him within. He did not help her by speaking. Somehow he had expected her to see that he had meant well. It was always a mystery to him how anything fine could be expected of men, if women were not so.
“Of course, I have to understand,” she added. “I can do with a poor room and poor food, but I can’t get anywhere without clothes.... I must go now.”
“I want you to excuse me if I’ve given you the idea of my being rich. I’m not, but I might help you some. How late do you work?”
“One o’clock.”
“Where are you last?”
“At the Castle.”
“And what time do you get there?”