Tell me, what do you think I had better do?
I'm not proud--why, I'm willing to be a domestic servant, to go to one of the factories to fill match-boxes; but I've no experience.

And there are thousands in my plight, thousands of girls who are worse off--well, no, I suppose they couldn't be worse off; and yet--I haven't paid this week's rent; and you know what that means." "I know," he said, in a low voice.
He was sitting over the fire, looking into the burning coals, with a curious expression on his pallid, wrinkled face; an expression of hesitation, doubt, reluctance; for the moment it seemed as if he had forgotten her, as if he were communing with his own thoughts, working at a problem.
"I have a little money," he said.

"I'll go down and pay the rent." "No, no!" she protested; but he waved his hand, the thin, shapely hand of the man of good birth.
"You'll get something presently; it is always when things are at the worst that they turn.

I blame you for not coming to me; it was unkind.
But I understand.

You are proud; charity comes hard to people like you and me----" He checked himself and rose, buttoning his coat as he did so with the air of a man who has come to a decision.