“Hundred and twenty-three pound, fifteen, six.

Jeweller's account, I think.”

“What is to be done?”

“You had better come to my house,” said the man. “I keep a very nice house.”

I made some attempt to get up and dress myself. When I next attended to them, they were standing a little off from the bed, looking at me. I still lay there.

“You see my state,” said I. “I would come with you if I could; but indeed I am quite unable.

If you take me from here, I think I shall die by the way.”

Perhaps they replied, or argued the point, or tried to encourage