Each told me his story later in the evening, and I backed Stoddard's judgment.

Dolby said we were women in disguise, and not a sane kind of women, either.
The next week the young man came again.

His wife was ill with the pleurisy, the baby had the bots, or something, I am not sure of the name of the disease; the doctor and the drugs had eaten up the money, the poor little family was starving.

If Stoddard "in the kindness of his heart could only spare him another sovereign," etc., etc.

Stoddard was much moved, and spared him a sovereign for me.