"I could take you in my cart," said Burke slowly.

"And will you?" Sylvia said.

"I suppose you will go in any case," he said.

"I must go," she answered steadily.

"I don't see why," he said. "It's a degrading business. It won't
do any good."

Her face quivered. She controlled it swiftly. "Will you take me?"
she said.

He frowned. "What is going to happen afterwards? Have you thought
of that?"

She shook her head. "No. I can't see the future at all. I only
know that I must see Guy, and I can't go back to England."

"Why not?" he said.

She pressed a hand to her throat as if she found speaking a
difficulty. "I have no place there. My father has married again.
I must earn my living here somehow."

He moved abruptly. "You!" he said again. She tried to smile.
"You seem to think I am very helpless. I assure you I am not. I
have managed my father's house for five years. I am quite willing
to learn anything, and I am very strong."