They scrutinised her closely.
"You take my advice, an' get out o' this quick as you can." The woman thumped down the tray, and made as if to leave the room with a step decisive as her speech.

At the door, however, she hesitated.
"Related to 'im ?" she inquired.
"Eh ?" Tilda was taken aback.

"'Oo's 'im ?" "I 'eard you tell the Doctor you wanted to see 'im." "An' so I do.

But I'm no relation of 'is--on'y a friend." "I was thinkin' so.

Lawful born or come-by-chance, the child's a little gentleman, an' different from the others.