Where is she, Captain ?" "At Janey Headon's, along with her two poor children." "Stay," said Tom, "that's a bad quarter, just at the fish-house back.
Have some brandy before you start ?" "No! no Dutch courage!" and Frank was gone.

He had a word to say to Grace Harvey, and it must be said at once.
He turned down the silent street, and turned up over stone stairs, through quaint stone galleries and balconies such as are often huddled together on the cliff sides in fishing towns; into a stifling cottage, the door of which had been set wide open in the vain hope of fresh air.
A woman met him, and clasped both his hands, with tears of joy.
"They're mending, sir! They're mending, else I'd have sent to tell you.
I never looked for you so late." There was a gentle voice in the next room.

It was Grace's.
"Ah, she's praying by them now.

She'm giving them all their medicines all along! Whatever I should have done without her ?--and in and out all day long, too; till one fancies at whiles the Lord must have changed her into five or six at once, to be everywhere to the same minute." Frank went in, and listened to her prayer.

Her face was as pale and calm as the pale, calm faces of the two worn-out babes, whose heads lay on the pillow close to hers: but her eyes were lit up with an intense glory, which seemed to fill the room with love and light.
Frank listened: but would not break the spell.
At last she rose, looked round and blushed.
"I beg your pardon, sir, for taking the liberty.