Arthur took down the address and gave her his. He had now done all he sought to do for the present, except that he wished to leave her with a reliance upon him, and to have something like a promise from her that she would cherish it.
‘ There is one friend!’ he said, putting up his pocketbook. ‘As I take you back—you are going back?’
‘ Oh yes! going straight home.’
‘— As I take you back,’ the word home jarred upon him, ‘let me ask you to persuade yourself that you have another friend. I make no professions, and say no more.’
‘ You are truly kind to me, sir. I am sure I need no more.’
They walked back through the miserable muddy streets, and among the poor, mean shops, and were jostled by the crowds of dirty hucksters usual to a poor neighbourhood. There was nothing, by the short wa
