‘Mother advises us not to sell the furniture,’ were her first words.
‘I’m glad of that, as I had quite made up my mind not to.’ There was a change in his way of speaking which she at once noticed.
‘Have you thought of something?’
‘Yes. Carter has been here, and he happened to mention that they’re opening an out-patient department of the hospital, in the City Road. He’ll want someone to help him there. I asked for the post, and he promised it me.’
The last words were hurried, though he had resolved to speak with deliberation. No more feebleness; he had taken a decision, and would act upon it as became a responsible man.
‘The post?’ said Amy. ‘What post?’
‘In plain English, the clerkship. It’ll be the same work as I used to have—registering patients, receiving their “letters,” and so on. The pay is to be five-and-twenty shillings a week.’
Amy sat upright and looked steadily at him.
‘Is this a joke?’
‘Far from it, dear. It’s a blessed deliverance.’