It was the first morsel that had passed her lips for many a long hour, ma'am.
"Well, she would not speak, and I thought it best not to interrupt her; but she sat and looked at my two youngest that were playing on the rug; and just as Mr.Titmarsh and his friend Gus went out, the boy brought the newspaper, ma'am,--it always comes from three to four, and I began a-reading of it.

But I couldn't read much, for thinking of poor Mr.
Sam's sad face as he went out, and the sad story he told me about his money being so low; and every now and then I stopped reading, and bade Mrs.T.not to take on so; and told her some stories about my dear little Antony.
"'Ah!' says she, sobbing, and looking at the young ones, 'you have other children, Mrs.Stokes; but that--that was my only one;' and she flung back in her chair, and cried fit to break her heart: and I knew that the cry would do her good, and so went back to my paper--the _Morning Post_, ma'am; I always read it, for I like to know what's a-going on in the West End.
"The very first thing that my eyes lighted upon was this:--'Wanted, immediately, a respectable person as wet-nurse.

Apply at No.

---, Grosvenor Square.' 'Bless us and save us!' says I, 'here's poor Lady Tiptoff ill;' for I knew her Ladyship's address, and how she was confined on the very same day with Mrs.T.: and, for the matter of that, her Ladyship knows my address, having visited here.
"A sudden thought came over me.

'My dear Mrs.Titmarsh,' said I, 'you know how poor and how good your husband is ?' "'Yes,' says she, rather surprised.
"'Well, my dear,' says I, looking her hard in the face, 'Lady Tiptoff, who knows him, wants a nurse for her son, Lord Poynings.