We 'll go together." She drew back, still clinging helplessly to the rail, her eyes on my face.
"Oh! you must not--I--" My hand touched her arm.
"Yes, but I shall," I insisted, almost sternly.

"Good Heavens, do you suppose I will leave you here on the street hungry?
I 'd never rest easy another night as long as I lived.

You are going with me." Feeling my determination she made no further resistance, and I half supported her as we moved slowly forward through the mist, her face turned away, her arm trembling beneath the firm clasp of my fingers.
As we advanced I became conscious that my own position was an awkward one.

I had no money of my own with me--not a cent other than those two five-hundred dollar bills handed me by Vail.

The uselessness of attempting to pass one of these was apparent; it would be better to plead lack of cash, and put up some security if the man in charge refused credit.