“And it is not a very handsome city, either, you say?”
“Very ugly indeed,” said Helen, with some fervour; “at least all I have seen of it.”
“But there must be parts that are prettier than others? You say there are parks: why should not we lodge near them and look upon the green trees?”
“That would be nice,” said Helen, almost joyously; “but—” and here the head was shaken—“there are no lodgings for us except in courts and alleys.”
“Why?”
“Why?” echoed Helen, with a smile, and she held up the purse.
“Pooh! always that horrid purse; as if, too, we were not going to fill it! Did not I tell you the story of Fortunio? Well, at all events, we will go first to the neighbourhood where you last lived, and learn there all we can; and then the day after to-morrow I will see this Dr. Morgan, and find out the lord.”
The tears started to Helen’s soft eyes. “You want to get rid of me soon, brother.”
“I! Ah, I feel so happy to have you with me it seems to me as if I had pined for you all my life, and you had come at last; for I never had brother nor sister nor any one to love, that was not older than myself, except—”
“Except the young lady you told me of,” said Helen, turning away her face; for children are very jealous.