"Take her there without loss of time, my good friend," said I.
"She divided her last crown with a poor fisherman yesterday, to get some comforts for his sick wife."
"Good heavens! Is she then without means?"
"Quite, sir; and if Mr. Berkeley——"
I struck my spurred heels into the gravel at the sound of his name, and exclaimed——
"Poor girl, I shall give her the means."
"You, sir?"
"Yes."
"Oh, sir—sir—but she'll never take it from you," said Mrs. Goldsworthy, sobbing into her apron with great vociferation.
"She must; and let her remember me in her prayers when I am far away. At eight to-morrow evening I shall be here again for the last time, my worthy friend, and will supply her with what she requires."