"None," she sighed.
"Your husband is in the hospital, and there is no saying how long it will be before he comes out. I should say that if even he does come out, which is doubtful, he will be no longer able to work."
There was no cruel delicacy about Dr. Lyon; he knew the class he ministered for, and he invariably spoke plainly and to the point, and always with kindness.
Mrs. Chester nodded a mournful assent.
"Your furniture has been seized for rent, and you have no home--to speak of."
Mrs. Chester nodded again.
"And," he continued, "it is clearly a necessity that you must live. Listen to this letter."
He read to her a letter from a country union, forty miles from London, which wanted a matron; residence and rations free; wages 18l. per annum.
"I think I have sufficient influence to obtain the situation for you," said Dr. Lyon. "You are a kind woman, and I can recommend you."
Hope lighted up Mrs. Chester's face--for one moment only.