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Ida, bewildered and confused, almost incapable of following what was said to her stared at Valerie Brune with a pathetic enquiry in her eyes. A few hours before she had been a mere waif and stray, a human derelict floating down the stream of life to a sea of oblivion and darkness. Now here she was caught up suddenly out of the commonplace and thrown into the very vortex of adventure. She did not know whether to feel glad or sorry, eager or ashamed. And yet, with it all, she was conscious of an intense, overpowering curiosity. She was young and strong, for she had not stepped over the dreadful hunger mark, with its hideous temptations, and courage was still with her.
Six months ago she would have looked forward to an adventure like this, and she had been learning things lately, and a sense of peril restrained her.