“Would you go to Canada with me?”

“We’ll see what you think in two months’ time,” she replied quietly, without bitterness.

“I s’ll think the same,” he protested, hurt.

She did not answer, only watched him steadily. She was there for him to do as he liked with; but she would not injure his fortunes; no, not to save his soul.

“Haven’t you got no relations?” he asked.

“A married sister at Crick.”

“On a farm?”

“No — married a farm labourer — but she’s very comfortable. I’ll go there, if you want me to, just till I can get another place in service.”