fellow, but a clumsy workman, down-hearted, and with poor health, and
things have been untoward with him.'

'People, who do not prosper in the world are not always the worst,'
said Albinia.

'No, indeed, and these are grateful, warm-hearted people that you
will like, if you can get over the poor woman's lackadaisical manner.
But you are used to all that,' he added, smiling. 'I see you know
what poor folk are made of.'

'I have been living among them nearly all my days,' said Albinia. 'I
hope you will give me something to do, I should be quite forlorn
without it;' and she looked up to his kind, open face, as much at
home with him as if she had known, him for years.

'Fanny--my wife--shall find work for you,' he said. 'You must excuse
her calling on you, she is never off the sofa, but--' And what a
bright look he gave! as much as to say that his wife _on_ the sofa
was better than any one else _off_. 'I was hoping to call some of
these afternoons,' he continued, 'but I have had little time, and
Fanny thought your door was besieged enough already.'

'Thank you,' said Albinia; 'I own I thought it was your kindness in
leaving me a little breathing time. And would Mrs. Dusautoy be able
to see me if I were to call?'

'She would be delighted. Suppose you were to come in at once.'

'I wish I could, but I must go on to Mrs. Meadows'. If I were to