What are you going to do ?" Derrick lay still for a moment or two; then he heaved a sigh.

He had found an occupation which, if it did not exactly suit him, provided him with a living, and it was hard to be compelled to surrender it.

It seemed to him that he was doomed to be a wanderer, a fugitive; he had flown from man's judgment; now he was told that he must fly from a woman's love.
"I suppose I'll have to go," he said.

"I can't stay and make trouble between you and the woman who has been so good to me.

God bless her!" At this Sidcup took Derrick's hand and pressed it.
"I said you were a gentleman and would do the right thing," he said.
"God knows whether it will be any good to me, your going; but it will be good for Isabel.