She was an awful Sawny, though, and so affected: I think I will write to her." These letters brought just one lady, a Mrs.Turner, who talked to Rosa very glibly about herself, and amused Rosa twice: at the third visit, Rosa tried to change the conversation.

Mrs.Turner instantly got up, and went away.

She could not bear the sound of the human voice, unless it was talking about her and her affairs.
And now Staines began to feel downright uneasy.

Income was going steadily out: not a shilling coming in.

The lame, the blind, and the sick frequented his dispensary, and got his skill out of him gratis, and sometimes a little physic, a little wine, and other things that cost him money: but of the patients that pay, not one came to his front door.
He walked round and round his little yard, like a hyena in its cage, waiting, waiting, waiting: and oh! how he envied the lot of those who can hunt for work, instead of having to stay at home and wait for others to come, whose will they cannot influence.