I'm a stranger to everybody--I may tell you I've been abroad for several years--and they don't seem very ready to put trust in me; but I decided at last that I'd come and speak to you.

It's my grandchild, and perhaps the only one of my family left; nobody can give me news of her father since he went away four or five years ago.

She came to herself this morning for a little, but I'm afraid she couldn't understand what I tried to tell her; then I mentioned your name, and I could see it did her good at once.

What I wish to ask of you is, would you come to her bedside for a few minutes?
She might know you, and I feel sure it would be a kindness to her.' Sidney appeared to hesitate.

It was not, of course, that he dreamt of refusing, but he was busy revolving all he knew of Jane's life with the Peckovers, and asking himself what it behoved him to tell, what to withhold.