"She could tell you; I can't, except that she said two's company and three's none. She said yesterday morning, 'I'm off, Dot; I can't stand this any longer. No engagement and no money. You must look after yourself, Dot. I tell you what to do if you're hard up. You go to this address'--(and she gave me the address of your house)--'and ask for Mrs. Holdfast. Don't say Grace Holdfast--she mightn't like it--and say I knew her in Oxford, and ask her to help you. She'll do it. She's got a kind heart, and knows what it is to be unfortunate.' Well, that's all--except that in the afternoon a gentleman came, and asked for Nelly. She goes down to him, and I hear what they say. It ain't much. 'Are you ready?' the gentleman asks. 'Oh, yes,' says Nelly, in a kind of saucy way, 'I'm ready enough.' Then Nelly asked him for some money, and he gave her a sovereign. She runs up to me, whips on her hat, kneels down, kisses me, puts the sovereign in my hand, and says, 'Good-bye, Dot, I can't help leaving you; what's the use of stopping here to starve? Get away from this house as soon as you can, for there's rent owing that I can't pay. Mrs. Holdfast will give you a lift if you want one.' She kisses me quick, over and over again, and runs down stairs, and out of the house. Well, I'm crying and the landlady comes in and asks, sharp, where Nelly has gone, and when I tell her, she flies into a passion, and says there's three weeks' rent owing, besides other money. My hand is shut tight, with the sovereign in it, and the landlady must have seen it through my fingers, for she tries to force them open, but she can't till she digs her knuckles into the back of my hand, when, of course, the sovereign rolls out. 'Oh,' says the landlady, 'your sister's left this on account. All right; I hope she'll pay the rest when she comes back.' She pockets the sovereign, and this morning she turns me out of the house, and tells me she has let the room. So I am obliged to go, and I didn't know what else to do except to come to you."