CHAPTER IV.
THE FRIEND.
WEEK passed, and Mr. Smith saw nothing more of Madge. Raymond had become worse, and she never left him.
It was Saturday evening, about five o'clock, when Mrs. Smiley was called up from the kitchen by hearing that a gentleman wanted to speak to her. She came up, smoothing down her apron with her hands, which were not of the cleanest.
"Do two children of the name of Leicester live here?"
"Yes, sir, surely; at least there were two of 'em a couple of hours ago, but I can't rightly say whether the lad's alive yet."
"What! is he so ill, then?"