"Have you actually no plan whatever before you?" he said, with surprise—and yet the surprise was not painful.
"None."
"Why," he said, "we have all of us got into a nice condition, just as in a play. I shouldn't wonder if the next act found the whole of us in a garret, in the dead of winter, of course."
"What do you mean?"
"My father has lost all his money, and doesn't know where to turn to keep his household alive. I——"
Here he stopped.
"Ah," she said, "and you find yourself unable to help them because of your arm."
"That will soon be better," he said, cheerfully, "and we will try not to starve. But you—what are you going to do? You do not know people in London; and you do not know the terrible struggle that lies in wait for any unaided girl trying to make a living."
"So the Count says."
"Oh, you have told the Count?"