Hullo, I say, are you ill?
Hi! Jeff, wake up, old man; you're wanted." Raby had only time to sink on a chair and draw Tim to her when Jeffreys suddenly woke and rose to his feet.
"What is it, Forrester, old fellow?
anything wrong ?" said he, springing to the bedside.
"I don't know what's the matter--look behind you." -- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Why did she cry ?" asked Tim presently, when she had gone.

"I know; because of that ugly man," added he, pointing to Forrester.
"Excuse me, young man, I have the reputation of being good-looking; that cannot have been the reason.

But, Jeff, I'm all in a dream.

Who is she?
and how comes she to know you or me?
And, as Timothy pertinently remarks, `Whence these tears ?' Tell us all about it before the baby wakes." Jeffreys told him.

The story was the history of his life since he had left Bolsover; and it took long to tell, for he passed over nothing.
"Poor old man!" said Forrester, when it was done; "what a lot you have been through!" "Have I not deserved it?
That day at Bolsover--" "Oh, for goodness' sake, don't go back to that.