And--and Derrick wishes me to tell you that your future--oh, how am I to put it!--that you will be well cared for; that you will have no need for anxiety about the future." "Derrick!" breathed Miriam, ashamedly.

"Yes, it is what he would do.

It is like him to think of me, even in the moment of his own happiness.

Oh, God, how ashamed I am!" "You will not refuse--to let them help you, to let them look after you ?" pleaded Celia.
"No," replied Miriam, with a bitter laugh.

"I'll take their charity thankfully enough.