"In America. But it cannot be your husband," he added, quickly, not caring to excite hope in the poor woman's breast, only to be succeeded by disappointment, "for he has a wife there. I didn't know but it might be your husband's brother."
"My husband had no brother," said the woman, sinking back, her momentary hope extinguished. "Oh, if he only knew how hard it has been for me to struggle for food for these poor children, he would surely come back."
Frank's heart was filled with pity. He drew from his pocket two gold sovereigns, and placed them in the hands of Alice.
"It won't last you long," he said, "but it will give you some relief."
"Bless you, bless you!" said the invalid, gratefully. "It will keep us till I am well again and can work for my children. What is your name, generous, noble boy?"
"Frank Hunter," said our hero, modestly; "but don't think too much of what I have done. I shall fare no worse for parting with this money."
"I will remember you in my prayers," said Mrs. Craven. "So young and so generous!"
"Give me your address, Mrs. Craven, and when I am in London again I will come and see you."
"No. 10 Hurst Court," said the invalid.
"I will put it down."