‘Would you like to see Dr. Layard’s daughter?’ asked Philip Carey, in his clearest and most pleasant tone. ‘Ay, ay,’ whispered the old woman. ‘To-morrow you shall,’ he said; ‘it is too late now. To-morrow.’ ‘Ay, ay,’ she assented, cheerfully. ‘You will be better to-morrow,’ he suggested. ‘No, no,’ murmured the old woman. ‘He shot me dead because I wouldn’t give him my shilling. He robbed me.’ ‘There’s a shilling wrapped up in a bit of blue sugar-paper in your pocket,’ said Dr. Carey. A sparkle of satisfaction shone upon the poor drawn face, and then Mrs. Duffy fell quietly asleep. She was certainly somewhat better in the morning, and watching the people who were about her; her mind was clear, and she evidently knew her circumstances, where she was, and what had happened to her. Before noon Dr. Layard and Kate arrived; and Mrs. Duffy’s sunken blue eyes brightened, yet filled with tears, as she looked up into their faces bending pityingly above her. ‘Well, old friend,’ said Dr. Layard, heartily, ‘you are better already. We are going to pull you through, you’ll see, Carey and me. We know what a tough old lady you are. Carey used to play you some tricks in the old times, and now he’ll make it up to you by pulling you through. Won’t you, Carey?’ Kate had not seen him enter the ward, and now she sat down, feeling weak and tremulous, on a chair at Mrs. Duffy’s head, keeping her eyes fixed upon the old woman’s face. Dr. Carey’s voice sounded oddly in her ears, as if he was speaking in very loud and constrained tones. ‘I am going to do my best,’ he said, ‘but you must keep yourself quite still now, Mrs. Duffy, and get up your strength to tell the magistrate your story. You are a brave old woman, and won’t be afraid; and I’ll tell them you never told a lie in your life.’ Mrs. Duffy smiled, but did not speak. She had not spoken yet, but she stretched out her hand, and tried to turn towards Kate. Dr. Carey seemed to understand her meaning perfectly. ‘You want Dr. Layard’s daughter to sit where you can see her?’ he said. ‘You want her to stay with you?’ ‘Ay, ay,’ she answered. ‘God bless her!’ It was Philip Carey who moved Kate’s chair, and placed it in a convenient position for old Mrs. Duffy to see her. She glanced at him once, but his eyes were downcast, and his aspect very solemn. He bade one of the nurses bring her a footstool, and then he and her father went away, and old Mrs. Duffy, smiling now and then, closed her eyes and seemed to fall into a doze.