’Gracious, child, for a Bishop’s daughter you don’t know much Church history, and haven’t you heard that old chestnut either? Why, when Lazarus was laid at the rich man’s gate, Moreover, the dog, came and licked his sores.’ Our Moreover is a splendid person. Directly he arrived at the house he walked into the hall, and laid himself down by the great open fire, and looked positively Elizabethan. On the way home Ross dashed into the post office to send some telegrams. ’Aren’t I a fool never to have thought of it before,’ he said fervently, but what he hadn’t thought of he declined to say, so I just agreed with the fool part. After luncheon I slipped over to see Mrs Williams. The curate opened the door himself, looking haggard, with black rings round his eyes and yesterday’s beard still on his chin. ’I called to inquire for Mrs Williams and to bring her some flowers and grapes. I hope she’s better,’ I said. His hand shook as he took the little basket. ’How kind of you, won’t you come up and see my wife, she’s a little better to-day, but I have been up with her all night. I’ve just taken her some tea. I’ll fetch another cup.’ ’Please don’t bother about tea for me,’ I said. ’I’m sure your maids will have enough to do.’ ’We haven’t any maids.’ ’But who is doing for you, then?’ ’I do the best I can,’ and he opened the bedroom door. If you could have seen that room and its little white-faced occupant. There was no carpet on the floor, no fire, though it had turned quite cold. It was all very clean, but, oh, the poverty of it. The poor little woman was propped up with two thin pillows and a sofa cushion, and had beside her a cup of half-cold tea and a bit of bread and margarine. ’Oh, Alfred, you oughtn’t to have let Mrs Ellsley up. I’m not tidy,’ and she patted her hair and smoothed out the crumpled sheet. ’You look quite sweet,’ I said, ’but I’m afraid you aren’t well, and as you have no maids is there anything I can do for you both; what does the doctor say?’ ’I haven’t had the doctor.’ ’She won’t let me fetch him,’ said her husband, ’though I have begged her to.’ ’Oh, but do let me send, Mrs Williams. I am sure you ought to see him.’ ’No, no,’ she cried, getting very agitated, ’I shall be better in the morning.’ So I sat with her a little while and chatted and then tried once more about the doctor, but in vain. She would ’be better in the morning.’ ’But, Mrs Williams, it would ease your husband’s mind so; do tell me why you won’t.’