If he don't call soon p'raps I might make bold to send his trunk and his books over to Mr.Ascott's of--dear me, I forget the number and the square." Hilary unsuspiciously supplied both.
"Yes, that's it--the old gen'leman as Mr.Leaf went to dine with every other Sunday, a very rich old gentleman, who, he says, is to leave him all his money.

Maybe a relation of yours, Miss ?" "No," said Hilary; and adding something about the landlady's hearing from Mr.Leaf very soon, she hurried out of the house, Elizabeth following.
"Won't you be tired if you walk so fast, Miss Hilary ?" Hilary stopped, choking.

Helplessly she looked up and down the forlorn, wide, glaring, dusty street; now sinking into the dull shadow of a London afternoon.
"Let us go home!" And at the word a sob burst out--just one passionate pent up sob.

No more.

She could not afford to waste strength in crying.
"As you say, Elizabeth, I am getting tired, and that will not do.