Everything being made clear, Roger and I went up to his rooms. He shut
the door, and said that "the two old ones" were all right enough, but
he had come over 250 miles to see me, and he didn't care a hang what
they or any one else thought, and that if they'd made any more fuss,
he'd have taken me away from there without further parley. Then he
asked me something suddenly that made me laugh. He wanted to know if I
was afraid of him, and I asked:
"Why should I be?"
"You're right," he replied, "and you need never be, Nora. You can
always trust me."