“I must be with George; I must make him care to live, and down here he can't. He says the thought of seeing you and of hearing about you — I am not justifying him: I am only saying what has happened.”

“Oh, Mr. Emerson” — she took hold of his hand — “you mustn't. I've been bother enough to the world by now. I can't have you moving out of your house when you like it, and perhaps losing money through it — all on my account. You must stop! I am just going to Greece.”

“All the way to Greece?”

Her manner altered.

“To Greece?”

“So you must stop. You won't talk about this business, I know. I can trust you both.”