He lived at the last house in Bleeding Heart Yard, and his name was over a little gateway.

Arthur took down the address and gave her his.

He had now done all he sought to do for the present, except that he wished to leave her with a reliance upon him, and to have something like a promise from her that she would cherish it.
'There is one friend!' he said, putting up his pocketbook.

'As I take you back--you are going back ?' 'Oh yes! going straight home.' 'As I take you back,' the word home jarred upon him, 'let me ask you to persuade yourself that you have another friend.

I make no professions, and say no more.' 'You are truly kind to me, sir.