"I will do as you say." "Then you may expect me here this evening at dusk," he said, and turning towards the door left the room muttering; "when will I ever get rid of this crowd of paupers, who, it is always my luck to rent rooms to." "God of Heaven aid me!" exclaimed Mrs.Wentworth, as she closed the door in the receding form of Mr.Elder, and sank on her knees before the bed on which Ella lay in a high fever..