"Where you are welcome to be until you can gather strength enough to proceed to the place to which you were going when this attack seized you. And that was—?"
"Nowhere. But what house is this?"
"A house only destined for the reception of ladies," she answered.
"Ladies! what ladies?"
"The sick who have no other home."
"A house of charity, then?"
"Partly."
"And that one—that one—that young creature, whose funeral—Do you know her? any thing about her—?"
"Yes," answered the lady, with gravity, approaching to severity, "I do know much about her."
"Why—why did she come here?"