"Of course the baby must have it.

Give it to the gentleman, please, at once." The stranger removed his hat and stepped into the tiny dining-room where Elizabeth was standing.

He was tall and fair-skinned, with a blonde moustache, and very blue eyes.

He spoke--for an English ear--with the slight accent which on the Canadian side of the border still proclaims the neighbourhood of the States.
"I am sorry to trouble you, madam," he said, with deference.

"But the child seems very weakly, and the mother herself has nothing to give it.
It was the conductor of the restaurant car who sent me here." "We shall be delighted," said Lady Merton, eagerly.