Of course I can't afford it, but I must just give him a sovereign." She withdrew her hand from the recesses of her pocket and looked at the old man's nose.

It was finely chiselled, and the same yellow as his face.

"It looks nice, and quite sober," she thought.

In her hand was her purse and a boot-lace.

She took out a sovereign.
"Now, if I give you this," she said, "you must promise me not to spend any of it in the public-house.