“What do you want of me? I have never done you any harm?”
“Never.”
“Do I know you?”
“No.”
“Then what can you want of me?”
“Here are two guineas in this paper. Take my poor little present, and I will tell you.”
Into the young woman’s face, which is honest and comely, comes a flush as she replies: “There is neither grown person nor child in all the large establishment that I belong to, who hasn’t a good word for Sally. I am Sally. Could I be so well thought of, if I was to be bought?”
“I do not mean to buy you; I mean only to reward you very slightly.”
Sally firmly, but not ungently, closes and puts back the offering hand. “If there is anything I can do for you, ma’am, that I will not do for its own sake, you are much mistaken in me if you think that I will do it for money. What is it you want?”
“You are one of the nurses or attendants at the Hospital; I saw you leave to-night and last night.”