his eyes, for he said to himself, "you'll learn that soon from other channels."
"Well," said Mr. Simpson, that is very singular! I have been all this day wishing I knew somebody connected with the postoffice, whom I might consult confidentially about an awkward circumstance that has occurred—but it's a matter I shall not trouble you with to-night. To-morrow, if you will allow me; I shall take the liberty of calling, to make some arrangement for this poor woman and her child; and then we can talk it over at our leisure."
"But Wetherall is out all day," said the wife.
"I feel so unwell that I think I shall not be able to go to the office to-morrow," said Mr. Wetherall—for he felt in the first place that he could never go voluntarily to the office again; and in the second place, he couldn't help feeling some curiosity to hear Mr. Simpson's communication.
Soon after this the worthy clerk took his leave; and the poor woman and her child were conducted to a comfortable bed that Susan had prepared for them.
"You don't remember me, Ma'am?" said Susan to the stranger, after Mrs. Wetherall had left the room.
