changed the face of the world for him, this sudden announcement came with a painful shock, reviving all the miserable past. “She is dying?”
“There’s no doubt of it.”
And Joseph added his belief that John Hewett would certainly not take it ill if the other went there before it was too late.
Sidney had no appetite now for the meal he would have purchased on reaching home. A profound pity for the poor woman who had given him so many proofs of her affection made his heart heavy almost to tears. The perplexities of the present vanished in a revival of old tenderness, of bygone sympathies and sorrows. He could not doubt but that it was his duty to go to his former friends at a time such as this. Perhaps, if he had overcome his pride, he might have sooner brought the estrangement to an end.
He did not know, and had forgotten to ask of Snowdon, the number of the house in King’s Cross Road where the Hewetts lived. He could find it, however, by visiting Penny-
