"I don't know. I guess he's goin' to die."
"Why don't you send for a doctor?"
"He wouldn't come—we're so poor."
"Do you live near here?"
"Oh, yes, sir; only a little way."
"I want to go to Charing Cross—is it much out of the way?"
"No, sir; it's right on the way there."
"Then, if you'll show me the way to Charing Cross afterward, I will go round with you and look at your grandfather. Perhaps I can do something for him."
"Oh, sir, how kind you are! I know'd you was a gentleman when I fust saw you."
"When was your grandfather taken sick?"