'I mean it, and I shall never alter my mind. I shall send back the
money, and write to the man that he needn't send any more. However
often it comes, I shall always return it. I couldn't, I couldn't
live on that money! Never ask me to, Mrs. Byass.'
Practical Bessie had already begun to ask herself what arrangement
Jane proposed to make about lodgings. She was no Mrs. Peckover, but
neither did circumstances allow her to disregard the question of
rent. It cut her to the heart to think of refusing an income of two
pounds per week.
Jane too saw all the requirements of the case.
'Mrs. Byass, will you let me have one room--my old room upstairs?
I have been very happy there, and I should like to stay if I can.
You know what I can earn; can you afford to let me live there? I'd
do my utmost to help you in the house; I'll be as good as a servant,
if you can't keep Sarah. I should so like to stay with you!'
'You just let me hear you talk about leaving, that's all! Wait till
I've talked it over with Sam.'
Jane went upstairs, and for the rest of the day the house was very
quiet.
Not Whitehead's; there were other places where work might be found.
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