His face was very pallid and he clutched the door to steady himself.

What with his evident weakness and his bandaged head he presented rather a pitiable picture.
"What's all this ?" he demanded.

"I'm not going to take your money, madam." "It's not mine," cried Lavinia in a rather disappointed tone.

She could see he did not remember her.
"Faith an' that's gospel truth," chuckled Moggs.

"It's mine and it's not going into anybody else's pocket." And he hastily shuffled down the staircase.
Lavinia turned to Vane a little ruffled.
"You don't recollect me," she said.