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"Oh, I'm so sorry, SORRY for him! but neither he nor I
can help or change what is, what's true."
When the tray was ready, she wrote and sealed these words:
"God bless you, Hobart; God reward you! You have made me feel to-
night that earth is too poor, and only heaven rich enough to
reward you.
"HELEN."


CHAPTER XI
MR. KEMBLE'S APPEAL

It often happens that the wife's disposition is an antidote to her
husband: and this was fortunately true of Mrs. Jackson. She was
neither curious nor gossiping, and with a quick instinct that
privacy was desired by Martine, gave at an early hour her orders
to close the house for the night. The few loungers, knowing that
she was autocratic, slouched off to other resorts. The man and
maids of all work were kept out of the way, while she and her
husband waited on their unexpected guests. After Mr. Kemble's
departure, the errand-boy was roused from his doze behind the
stove and seat for Dr. Barnes; then Jackson wrote another note at
Martine's dictation:
"MR. WILLIAM NICHOL:
"DEAR SIR--A relative of yours is sick at my house.


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