He went down, encountering a careworn and shabbily-attired woman on the stairs.
"I was just looking for you, Mrs. Warren," he said. "I am intending to leave you this week."
"Indeed!" said the landlady. "I hope you are not dissatisfied, Mr. Cromwell?"
"No; that is not my reason for going. I am going to leave the city."
"Indeed, sir! have you left your place?" asked the woman, in surprise.
"Yes, I have been obliged to on account of my health."
"I am sorry to hear it, sir. What is the matter with you?"
"I expect it is the confinement."
"I am sorry to lose you, sir. I find it hard to keep my rooms full. If you know of any of your friends who would like a room, I hope you will send them to me."
"I will, certainly."