Here was a lady ill and needing a new nurse that very day, and not able to get one to her mind, and now--well, if it wasn't enough to convert all the Atheists and Freethinkers in the Transvaal, she didn't know! Then the landlady proceeded to detail facts.
"I'm sure you will suit her," she added; "you're just the kind.

She has heaps of money to pay you with; has everything that money can buy.

And I got a letter with a check in it for fifty pounds the other day from some one, who says I'm to spend it for her, and not to let her know.

She is asleep now, but I'll take you in to look at her." The landlady opened the door of the next room, and Gregory followed her.
A table stood near the bed, and a lamp burning low stood on it; the bed was a great four-poster with white curtains, and the quilt was of rich crimson satin.

But Gregory stood just inside the door with his head bent low, and saw no further.
"Come nearer! I'll turn the lamp up a bit, that you can have a look at her.