“Then it has been done all on purpose, Georgie, dear?”
“Read the letter,” George answered; and Dulcibel obeyed. It ran as follows:—
“Sir,—Forgive a broken-hearted woman for
troubling you. I am poor, ill and friendless.”
“I have not known what to do. The last year and
a half since my husband’s death has been one
long misery. My money is now almost at an end,
and I have no more coming. I am broken-down in
health, and I cannot work.”
“The thought of dying and leaving my little Joan