"Think? There's not much thinking in the matter; the boy is dying, Mr. Granby, and if you wish to remove him you had better do so at once."
"How long will it be?"
"A week or so, I should say, or it might be sooner, though these cases sometimes linger longer than one expects. The mischief is of long standing, and this is the end."
Lawrence remained for some time lost in thought.
"Poor little chap!" he said at last, sadly.
"Well, thank you, doctor. Good-morning."
"Do you wish any steps taken with regard to the workhouse, Mr. Granby?" asked the doctor, preparing to depart.
Wikkey's beseeching eyes rose up before Lawrence, and he stammered out hastily:
"No—no thank you; not just at present. I'll think about it;" and the doctor took his leave, wondering whether it could be possible that Mr. Granby intended to keep the boy; he was not much used to such Quixotic proceedings.
Lawrence stood debating with himself.