"My dear Talbot, you don't understand.

But I don't blame you; how should you?
All the same, we poor people have our little pride; the girl of whom I speak--well, I found her starving in her miserable little room, because she was too proud to descend a flight of steps to mine, to ask for the bread for which she was dying." The Marquess stared.

"Is it possible that such cases can exist ?" "Oh, yes, my dear Talbot," responded Mr.Clendon, with grim irony.
"There are more persons die of starvation in London every day than the Boards of Guardians wot of.

The doctor calls them 'heart-failure' in his certificate; and he is quite accurate.

But let me tell you what I want you to do.