He counted the hours till the time arrived.
As the hour approached he made himself look as presentable as possible, and then bent his steps in the direction of the doctor’s residence. He gave a timid knock at the door, which was presently opened by the servant girl, Amy.
To his inquiry, “whether her missus was in?” the maid gave a nod, and the gipsy entered. He was conducted into a room on the front floor, in which was seated the doctor’s wife.
“Ah, ’tis you,” she said; “I am glad you have come.”
“Are you alone?” inquired Bill.
The answer was in the affirmative.
“You are in much better trim than when I first saw you,” she said, glancing at his attire.
“Yes, a little better.”
“How came that about?”
“I have had assistance from a friend, marm.”