He will come again to-day, I suppose ?" "Yes, sir; he's sure to come in the evening." "Good; I will stay till the evening.

I should like you to go round immediately to this Mr.Mew's house, and ask for the address of some skilled nurse, and then go on, in a cab if necessary, and fetch her." "I could do that, sir, of course,--not but what I feel myself capable of nursing the poor dear gentleman." "You can't nurse him night and day, my good woman.

Do what I tell you, and bring back a professional nurse as soon as you can.

If Mr.Mew should be out, his people are likely to know the address of such a person." He gave the woman some silver, and despatched her; and then, being alone, sat down quietly in the sick-room to think out the situation.
Yes, there was no longer any doubt; that piteous appeal to Marian had settled the question.

John Saltram, the friend whom he had loved, was the traitor.