I remember what my husband did." She was still speaking under her breath, reciting the story more to herself than to Martha, her voice rising and falling, at times hardly audible.

"Nothing--happened then--because my husband--did not find the man." She faced the nurse again.

"You won't let him come here, will you, Martha ?" "He'll come, my lady, if Stephen can get hold of him," came the positive reply.

"He had a room in a lodging-house not far from here, but he left it, and Stephen doesn't know where he's gone.

But he'll turn up again down at the shop, and then--" "But you must not let him come," she burst out.
Again she sat upright.