But is it safe to stay here?
Have you thought where we are ?" "Yes; it's safe, quite safe, for an hour yet." "Why didn't you send me money, or help me ?" she asked, in her dead and unhappy monotone.
"I did, eighty francs, all I had.

I hadn't a penny left.

I didn't know the damned language.

I prowled about like a cat in a strange garret, but I tried everything, from the American consul at Nice to a _Herald_ correspondent at San Remo.

Then I got word of a consumptive young writer from New York, at Mentone--but he died the day I was to meet him.