She felt too tired to get out of her chair and light her small oil-stove, but after making an effort to get her kettle to boil, she thought she would go straight to bed.
"I may feel better to-morrow."
Half an hour later, a little girl, her landlady's child, came up to the door.
"Please, miss, a gent wants to see yer. He giv' me this 'ere bit o' card."
Jean took it and read, as she expected—
"Mr. Charles Oxton."
Underneath was a pencil line—
"Must see you. Won't keep you a minute."
Jean's eyes looked wistful. It would be nice to see some one who might be able to help her; and how Charlie would help!
As she thought of the quantity of good things he would order in, and the money he would spend on her, she set her lips firmly together.