we all come to it, sooner or later, don’t we, sir?” says I. He gave no answer to that⁠—he didn’t seem to care about talking. He said, “Good day,” and went out.

I stopped by the bedside from that time till the time when

Mr.

Goodricke sent the person in, as he had promised. She was, by name, Jane Gould. I considered her to be a respectable-looking woman. She made no remark, except to say that she understood what was wanted of her, and that she had winded a many of them in her time.