"Mr. Heighington. No, how should he?"
"He might have guessed that there was little chance of his being called upon to pay it very long—not even the first quarter, perhaps."
"He won't be hard upon you, I'll answer for that," replied Marshall; "and don't you be hard upon him."
"I don't want to be hard upon any one," said Matthew, wearily. "All I want is to get well and go to work again."
"And you will see the doctor I am going to send?"
"Yes, I'll see him. But I can't pay him; not just yet, at least."
"Never trouble yourself about that," said Marshall, kindly; "he's an old friend of mine, and won't mind waiting."
"Who knows," exclaimed the sick man, "but what this friend of yours may mend me up again, and make me last for years, in spite of Mr. Heighington?"
"Mr. Heighington would be very glad."
"Did he tell you so?"