"No. Shall you prosecute him?" continued the first wife, after a pause. "Shall I--what?" cried Dolly, aghast. "Prosecute him for the fraud he has committed on you?" "Oh dear! the exposure would kill me," shivered the unhappy girl. "I shall only hope to run away and hide myself forever." "Every syllable I have told you is truth," said the stranger, producing a slip of paper as she rose to depart. "Here are two or three references by which you can verify it, if you doubt me. Mrs. Turk will do it for you if you do not care to stir in it yourself. Will you shake hands with me?" Dolly assented, and burst into a whirlwind of tears. Nothing seemed to be left for her, as she said, but to run away and hide herself. All the money was gone, and she was left penniless and helpless. By the aid of Mrs. Turk, who proved a good friend to her, she obtained a situation in a small preparatory school near Croydon, as needle-woman and companion to the mistress. She called herself Mrs. Mapping still, and continued to wear her wedding-ring; she did not know what else to do. She _had_ been married; truly, as she had believed; and what had come of it was surely no fault of hers. A little good fortune fell to her in time; a little bit. For years and years she remained in that school at Croydon, until, as it seemed to herself, she was middle-aged, and then the mistress of it died. Having no relatives, she left her savings and her furniture to Dolly. With the money Dolly set up the house in Gibraltar Terrace, put the furniture into it, and began to let lodgings. A young woman, who had been teacher in the school, and whom Dolly regarded as her sister, and often called her so, removed to it with her and stayed with her until she married. Those particulars--which we listened to one evening from her own lips--were gloomy enough. The Squire went into an explosion over Alick Mapping. "The despicable villain! What has become of him?" "I never saw him after his wife came to me," she answered, "but Mrs. Turk would get news of him now and then. Since Mrs. Turk's death, I have heard nothing. Sometimes I think he may be dead." "I hope he was hung!" flashed the Squire. Well--to hasten on. That was Dorothy Grape's history since she left Worcester; and a cruel one it was! We saw her once or twice again before quitting London. And the Squire left a substantial present with her, for old remembrance sake. "She looks as though she needed it, Johnny," said he. "Poor thing! poor thing! And such a pretty, happy little maiden as she used to be, standing in her pinafore amongst the yellow roses in the porch at Islip! Johnny, lad, I _hope_ that vagabond came to be hanged!" II. It was ever so long afterwards, and the time had gone on by years, when we again fell into the thread of Dorothy Grape's life. The Squire was in London for a few days upon some law business, and had brought me with him.