'I am quite glad now that your rest was not disturbed.' And then he went on looking at me with the same queer expression that his face had worn before.
'Do you know, Miss Garston, your remark quite startled me?
Somehow I do not seem to recognise my nurse to-night.

When I came into the drawing-room just now I thought there was a strange young lady sitting by Tudor.' Of course I was curious to know what he meant; but he positively refused to enlighten me, and went on speaking about his poor little patient.
'She was an only child; but nothing could have saved her.

The Blagroves are well-to-do people,--Brighton shopkeepers,--so they hardly come under the category of your patients.

Miss Garston, you call yourself a servant of the poor, do you not ?' 'I should not refuse to help any one who really needed it,' was my reply.
'But, of course, if people can afford to hire service I should think my labour thrown away on them.' 'Ah! just so.

But now and then we meet with a case where hirelings can give no comfort.