'She says her name's Mrs. Griffin,' said Bessie, 'and she has
something very important to tell you. Do you feel you can see her?'
'Mrs. Griffin? Oh, I remember; she lives in the same house as
Pennyloaf. Yes: let her come in.'
The woman was introduced to the Byasses' parlour, which Bessie
thought more cheerful for Jane just now then the room upstairs.
'Have you heard anything of what's been goin on with the Hewetts,
Miss?' she began.
'No, I haven't been able to go out this week. I've had trouble at
home.'
'I see at once as you was in in mournin', Miss, an' I'm sorry for
it. You're lookin' nothing like yourself. I don't know whether it's
right to upset you with other people's bothers, but there's that
poor Mrs. Hewett in such a state, and I said as I'd run round,
'cause she seems to think there's nobody else can come to her help
as you can. I always knew as something o' this kind 'ud be
'appenin'.'
'But what is it? What has happened?'
Jane felt her energies revive at this appeal for help. It was the
best thing that could have befallen, now that she was wearily
despondent after yesterday's suffering.
'Her 'usband's dead, Miss.
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