"I shall go there as quickly as I can," she observed, walking to the door.
"You'll not see him to-night if you do," rejoined the woman.

"Are you a relation ?" "Oh, no," answered Lizzie; "my father is an acquaintance of his.

I learned that he was ill, and came to inquire after him." Had the woman not been very indifferent or unobservant, she would have noticed the striking difference between the manner and appearance of Lizzie Stevens and the class who generally came to see McCloskey.

She did not, however, appear to observe it, nor did she manifest any curiosity greater than that evidenced by her inquiring if he was a relative.
Lizzie walked with a lonely feeling through the quiet streets until she arrived at the porter's lodge of the hospital.

She pulled the bell with trembling hands, and the door was opened by the little bald-headed man whose loquacity was once (the reader will remember) so painful to Mrs.
Ellis.