"There is no one we could take but Martha, and she is too old.
Besides she must look after the house while we are away." "No; Martha will not do.

No woman will do.

I know Paris and its life; it is not the place for two women to live in alone, especially so pretty and light-hearted a woman as Lucy." "I am not afraid." "No, but I am," he answered in a softened voice, "very much afraid." It was no longer the physician who spoke, but the friend.
"Of what ?" "Of a dozen things you do not understand, and cannot until you encounter them," he replied, smoothing her hand tenderly.
"Yes, but it cannot be helped.

There is no one to go with us." This came with some positiveness, yet with a note of impatience in her voice.
"Yes, there is," he answered gently.
"Who ?" she asked slowly, withdrawing her hand from his caress, an undefined fear rising in her mind.
"Me.

I will go with you." Jane looked at him with widening eyes.