The girl listened with pitiful face.
"What am I to do ?" she asked.

"I cannot leave him like this, and if I am not at the theatre in twenty minutes, I shall be fined." "The theatre ?" Laverick repeated.
She nodded.
"I am on the stage," she said,--"only a chorus girl at the Universal, worse luck.

Still, they don't allow us to stay away, and I can't afford to lose my place." "Do you mean to say that you have been keeping yourself here, then ?" Laverick asked bluntly.
"Of course," she answered.

"I do not like to be a burden on any one, and after all, you see, Arthur and I are really not related at all.

He has always told me, too, that times have been so bad lately." Laverick was on the point of telling her that bad though they had been Arthur Morrison had never drawn less than fifteen hundred a year, but he checked himself.