"How exciting!" said Chris, keenly interested. "And what are you going to do with him?"
"I haven't decided at present. He has had a pretty bad spell of starvation. I don't know yet what he is fit for."
"It must be dreadful to starve," said Chris soberly. "It's bad enough not to have any pocket-money. But to starve—Is he ill, then?"
"He has been. He is getting better."
"And you are taking care of him?"
"Yes, I'm housing him for the present."
"Trevor, it was good of you not to send him to the workhouse."
Mordaunt frowned. "It was not a case for the workhouse. He would probably have died before he came to that."
"Oh, how dreadful!" A shadow crossed her vivid face. "But—he won't die now, you think?"
"Not now, no!"