Chapter xi. The Letter of Introduction.
I Looked at the house. It was an inn, of no great size, but of respectable appearance. If I was to be of any use to her that night, the time had come to speak of other subjects than the subject of dreams.
“After all that you have told me,” I said, “I will not ask you to admit me any further into your confidence until we meet again. Only let me hear how I can relieve your most pressing anxieties. What are your plans? Can I do anything to help them before you go to rest to-night?”
She thanked me warmly, and hesitated, looking up the street and down the street in evident embarrassment what to say next.
“Do you propose staying in Edinburgh?” I asked.
“Oh no! I don’t wish to remain in Scotland. I want to go much further away. I think I should do bett
