What she might feel personally would have no effect upon him; she would appeal to him from a different stand-point.
"You must not go," she said.

"You must not leave your father alone, Maitre Ranulph." For a minute he did not reply.

Through his dark wretchedness one thought pierced its way: this girl was his good friend.
"Then I'll take him with me," he said.
"He would die in the awful cold," she answered.

"Nannin-gia, you must stay." "Eh ben, I will think!" he said presently, with an air of heavy resignation, and, turning, walked away.

Her eyes followed him.