"No. I've never had time to think about getting one."
The nurse laughed.
"You're a strange man," she said; "but now eat some of this jelly."
"It is good," said Michael; "really I don't know as I ever tasted anything better."
"It's real, strong calf's-foot jelly, and it was made by a lady on purpose for you."
"That can't be," said Michael, looking at her in surprise; "there's no lady would make jelly for me. You must be making a mistake."
"Indeed I am not. You have more friends than you think. She came here and gave it into my very hands, so I must know. She said she'd heard from the doctor that you were ill, and she felt sorry for your being all alone. She said she'd done business with you, and when she saw the shop shut up, she asked about you."
"Well, I never!" said Michael. "I can't imagine who it could be."
"She said her name was Lavers."
"What?" exclaimed Michael in amazement. "What name did you say?"