I can't now.

I'm too ashamed of myself.' When he got home, Harvey wrote a cheque for fifty pounds, and posted it at once.
Not many days after, there came to him a letter from Mrs.Frothingham.
With this lady he had held no communication since the catastrophe of last November; knowing not how to address her without giving more pain than his sympathy could counterbalance, he remained silent.

She wrote from the neighbourhood of Swiss Cottage, where she had taken a flat; it was her wish, if possible, to see him 'on a matter of business', and she requested that he would make an appointment.

Much wondering in what business of Mrs.Frothingham's he could be concerned, Harvey named his time, and went to pay the call.

He ascended many stairs, and was conducted by a neat servant-maid into a pleasant little drawing-room, where Mrs.Frothingham rose to receive him.