"But I am still Frank Softly." "Don't talk to me about personal appearances, sir," cried Mrs.
Baggs recovering.

"What do you mean by being here?
Leave the house immediately.

I shall write to the doctor, Mr.Softly, this very night." "He has no address you can direct to," I rejoined.

"If you don't believe me, read that." I gave her the handbill without another word of preface.
Mrs.Baggs looked at it--lost in an instant some of the fine color plentifully diffused over her face by sleep and spirits--sat down in the nearest chair with a thump that seemed to threaten the very foundations of Number Two, Zion Place--and stared me hard in the face; the most speechless and helpless elderly female I ever beheld.
"Take plenty of time to compose yourself ma'am," I said.

"If you don't see the doctor again soon, under the gallows, you will probably not have the pleasure of meeting with him for some considerable time." Mrs.Baggs smote both her hands distractedly on her knees, and whispered a devout ejaculation to herself softly.
"Allow me to deal with you, ma'am, as a woman of the world," I went on.
"If you will give me half-an-hour's hearing, I will explain to you how I come to know what I do; how I got here; and what I have to propose to Miss Alicia and to you." "If you have the feelings of a man, sir," said Mrs.Baggs, shaking her head and raising her eyes to heaven, "you will remember that I have nerves, and will not presume upon them." As the old lady uttered the last words, I thought I saw her eyes turn from heaven, and take the earthly direction of the sofa in the front parlor.