The doctor gave Rawton a sovereign, which the latter took, and at the same time overwhelmed his benefactor with thanks.
“That will suffice,” said Bourne. “I am glad to be of service to you, and will see what more can be done. Possibly I may be instrumental in procuring you a situation, but you must first of all be furnished with better garments than those you have on at present. Well, we will see what can be done.”
“You are very kind, I’m sure, and I ought to be grateful. Indeed I am, much more than I can express.”
The gipsy rose to take his departure, being under the impression that his company was not wanted any longer.
“You can give me a look in to-morrow, or next day, if you like. The most convenient hour to see me is after seven o’clock in the evening. As a rule my professional duties are over by that time, except in urgent cases, which happily don’t occur every day.”
“I’ll make bold to call again if you will permit it.”
“Certainly I desire you to do so,” returned Bourne, as he accompanied his visitor to the door.
Rawton was about to pass out of the house when the doctor beckoned him back.
“What might you want?” he inquired.
“Oh, just this,” returned Bourne. “It is a matter of no very great moment, and which I cannot exactly explain at present, but could you procure your marriage certificate and bring it with you when you call again?”