[CHAPTER XIX.]
"Here, my man, take this," he said, putting the coins into the man's hand.
"Why, this is too much, sir," said the honest fisherman, holding his hand out and looking at the gold in surprise. "You will rob yourself, sir."
"No, no; keep it. It is but a trifle," said Howard, pushing his hand back. "But, pray, will you answer a few questions for me?"
"As many as you like, sir—and thank you for your generosity," answered the fisherman, politely.
"I am very much interested in the sad story written here," said Howard, glancing at the paper which he still held in his hand.
"Yes, sir, it is very sad," assented the fisherman.
"How came this unknown sick woman at the Widow Videlet's house?" inquired Howard.
"The poor soul came there a few days ago, sir. She was ill and quite out of her head—could give no account of herself."