"It does not matter. In any event Mr. Slotman could not have helped
you; he does not know where I am living."

"Won't you tell me?"

"Why should I, to be further annoyed by you?"

"I think you know that I will not annoy you. Won't you tell me, Joan?"

"I--I don't see why I should. Remember, I have no wish to continue
our--our acquaintance; there is no reason you should know."

"Yet if I knew I would be happier. I would not trouble you."

"Surely it does not matter. I am living in the country, then--in Kent,
at Starden. I--I have come into a little money." She looked at him
keenly. She wondered did he know, had he known that night when he had
told her that he loved her?

"I am glad of it," he said. "I could have wished you had come into a
great deal."

"I have!" she said quietly.

"I am truly glad," he said. "It was one of the things that troubled me
most, the thought of you--you forced to go out into the world to earn
your living, you who are so fine and exquisite and sensitive, being
brought into contact with the ugly things of life. I am glad that you
are saved that--it lightens my heart too, Joan."