But the coachman observed to the footman, as they drove on together

to the next noble patient's, "You may take your oath on it, Mr.

Wells, that little 'un there was Mr. Alan's love-child!"

Dolly had never held so much money in her hand before; she ran

home, clutching it tight, and burst in upon Herminia with the

startling news that Sir Anthony Merrick, a very grand gentleman in

a very fine carriage, had given a gold piece to her.

Gold pieces were rare in the calm little attic, but Herminia caught

her child up with a cry of terror; and that very same evening, she

changed the tainted sovereign with Dolly for another one, and sent

Sir Anthony's back in an envelope without a word to Harley Street.

The child who was born to free half the human race from aeons of

slavery must be kept from all contagion of man's gold and man's

bribery. Yet Dolly never forgot the grand gentleman's name, though

she hadn't the least idea why he gave that yellow coin to her.

Out of this small episode, however, grew Herminia's great temptation.

For Sir Anthony, being a man tenacious of his purpose, went home

that day full of relenting thoughts about that girl Dolores. Her

golden hair had sunk deep into his heart. She was Alan's own

child, after all; she had Alan's blue eyes; and in a world where

your daughters go off and marry men you don't like, while your sons

turn out badly, and don't marry at all to vex you, it's something

to have some fresh young life of your blood to break in upon your

chilly old age and cheer you. So the great doctor called a few

days later at Herminia's lodgings, and having first ascertained

that Herminia herself was out, had five minutes' conversation alone

with her landlady.

There were times, no doubt, when Mrs. Barton was ill? The landlady

with the caution of her class, admitted that might be so. And

times no doubt when Mrs. Barton was for the moment in arrears with

her rent? The landlady, good loyal soul, demurred to that

suggestion; she knit her brows and hesitated. Sir Anthony hastened

to set her mind at rest. His intentions were most friendly. He

wished to keep a watch,--a quiet, well-meaning, unsuspected watch,--

over Mrs. Barton's necessities. He desired, in point of fact, if

need were, to relieve them. Mrs. Barton was distantly connected

with relations of his own; and his notion was that without seeming

to help her in obtrusive ways, he would like to make sure Mrs.

Barton got into no serious difficulties. Would the landlady be so

good--a half sovereign glided into that subservient palm--as to let

Sir Anthony know if she ever had reason to suspect a very serious

strain was being put on Mrs. Barton's resources?




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