She looked at me again.

Those swimming, pleading eyes were scarcely human.

I capitulated.
"Don't cry.

Tell me what I can do for you," I said.
She moved a few inches nearer.
"I want to find Harry," she said; "I have lost him." "Who's Harry ?" I naturally inquired.
"He is to be my husband." "What's his other name ?" "I have forgotten," she said, spreading out her hands.
"Don't you know any one else in London ?" I asked.
She shook her head mournfully.

"And I am getting so hungry." I suggested that there were restaurants in London.
"But I have no money," she objected.