He's a clever man, I believe; at all events he has that name, as I may say, and he lives just round here in Winter Street, a house with green-painted railing, and 'Spensary' wrote up on the window.' 'Will he call again to-day ?' 'I don't suppose as he _would_, but he's sure to be at 'ome in an hour, and, if you'd like, mum, I'd just send 'Lizabeth round.' 'Thank you; I think I'll go and see him.' At last the burden of the dinner-hour was over, and 'Lizabeth could be left alone for a little.

Mrs.Gandle washed her hands, in a perfunctory way, and guided her visitor to a dark flight of stairs.

They ascended.
On the top floor the woman stopped and whispered: 'That's the room.

Should I just look in first, mum ?' 'Please.' Mrs.Gandle entered and came forth again.
'She seems to me to be asleep, mum.

She lays very still, and her eyes is shut.' 'I'll go in.