Mrs.Wentworth had nothing to say, nor had she a dollar to satisfy his demands.
"Good morning, madam," he said, as she opened the door to admit him, "I was much surprised at your not calling to pay the rent at my office on yesterday.

I admire punctuality above everything else." He entered the room, and cast his eyes on its empty walls.

They did not satisfy him, for the absence of any furniture told the tale of the soldier's wife in a more graphic manner than words could have done.
"What does this mean ?" he enquired.
"It means that necessity has compelled a mother to sacrifice everything to keep her children from starving," Mrs.Wentworth replied.
"Humph," said Mr.Elder.

"This is singular.

So I suppose," he continued, addressing her, "you will say you have no money to pay your month's rent in advance." "I have not a dollar this day to buy bread," she answered.
A frown gathered on Mr.Elder's brow, as he remarked: "I suppose you recollect the arrangement made between us when you first hired the room from me." "What arrangement was that ?" she enquired in an absent manner.
"That on you failing to pay the rent, I should have the power to resume possession of the room, without giving you notice to leave." "I recollect," she said.
"Well, in accordance with our arrangements, I shall require that you vacate the room to-day, as I can procure another tenant, who will be able to pay the rent promptly." "Do you mean that I must leave to-day," she asked.
"Yes," he replied, "I desire to have the room renovated at once." "Where can I go to without money," she enquired, in a tone more like as if she was addressing herself than speaking to him.
"I really cannot tell my good, woman," he answered, "I am sorry for your position, but cannot afford to lose the rent of my room, I am compelled to pay my taxes, and support myself by the money I receive from rent." "I cannot leave to-day," Mrs.Wentworth cried in a despairing tone.