Thiswoman，likethelast，waswofullyshabby，andwasdegeneratingtotheBosjesmancomplexion。Butherfigure，andtheghostofacertainvivacityabouther，andthespectreofadimpleinhercheek，carriedmymemorystrangelybacktotheolddaysoftheAdelphiTheatre，London，whenMrs。FitzwilliamwasthefriendofVictorine。
’MayIaskyouwhatyourhusbandis？’
’He’sacoal-porter，sir，’-withaglanceandasightowardsthebed。
’Isheoutofwork？’
’Oh，yes，sir！andwork’satalltimesvery，veryscantywithhim；