"'Friends!' said the gentleman, in such a voice! 'Friends, I have but one, and I am going to Him! I can not take her there!' Then he seemed suddenly to recollect hisself, and called for his clothes, and rummaged in the pockets as if looking for some address, and could not find it. He seemed a forgetful kind of gentleman, and his hands were what I call _helpless_ hands, sir! And then he gasped out, 'Stop--stop! I never had the address. Write to Lord Les--' something like Lord Lester--but we could not make out the name. Indeed, he did not finish it, for there was a rush of blood to his lips; and though he seemed sensible when he recovered (and knew us and his little girl too, till he went off smiling), he never spoke word more." "Poor man," said Leonard, wiping his eyes. "But his little girl surely remembers the name that he did not finish?" "No. She says, he must have meant a gentleman whom they had met in the Park not long ago, who was very kind to her father, and was Lord something; but she don't remember the name, for she never saw him before or since, and her father talked very little about any one lately, but thought he should find some kind friends at Screwstown, and traveled down there with her from Lunnon. But she supposes he was disappointed, for he went out, came back, and merely told her to put up the things, as they must go back to Lunnon. And on his way there he--died. Hush, what's that? I hope she did not overhear us. No, we were talking low. She has the next room to your'n, sir. I thought I heard her sobbing. Hush!" "In the next room? I hear nothing. Well, with your leave, I will speak to her before I quit you. And had her father no money with him?" "Yes, a few sovereigns, sir; they paid for his funeral, and there is a little left still, enough to take her to town; for my husband said, says he, 'Hannah, the widow _gave_ her mite, and we must not _take_ the orphan's,' and my husband is a hard man, too, sir. Bless him?" "Let me take your hand, ma'am. God reward you both." "La, sir!--why, even Dr. Dosewell said, rather grumpily though, 'Never mind my bill; but don't call me up at six o'clock in the morning again, without knowing a little more about people.' And I never afore knew Dr. Dosewell go without his bill being paid. He said it was a trick o' the other Doctor to spite him." "What other Doctor?" "Oh, a very good gentleman, who got out with Mr. Digby when he was taken ill, and staid till the next morning; and our Doctor says his name is Morgan, and he lives in--Lunnon, and is a homy--something." "Homicide," suggested Leonard ignorantly. "Ah--homicide; something like that, only a deal longer and worse. But he left some of the tiniest little balls you ever see, sir, to give the child; but, bless you, they did her no good--how should they?" "Tiny balls, oh--homeopathist--I understand. And the Doctor was kind to her; perhaps he may help her. Have you written to him?"