'E didn't seem to care much, and 'e didn't give no 'ope, not even when I said I'd give him all me wages for a year." Jasmine was beside her now, wiping her tears and holding her hand, her impulsive nature stirred, her heart throbbing with desire to help.
Suddenly she remembered what Rudyard had said up-stairs three hours ago, that there wasn't a single person in the world to whom they had done an act which was truly and purely personal during the past three years: and she had a tremulous desire to help this crude, mothering, passionately pitiful girl.
"What will you do ?" Jasmine said to Stafford.
"I will go at once.

Tell my servant to have up a cab," he said to Krool, who stood outside the door.
"Truly, 'e will be glad," the girl exclaimed.

"'E told me about the suvring, and Sunday-week for brekfis," she murmured.

"You'll never miss the time, y'r gryce.

Gawd knows you'll not miss it--an' 'e ain't got much left." "I will go, too--if you will let me," said Jasmine to Stafford.