on the day when he first heard of Miss Jenny, and would not listen. From this envelope Jim took the newspaper cutting which had agitated him on that occasion: it was an announcement of the death of Jim's wife at Sydney.
Jim rose and obtained from the storekeeper a clean envelope, into which he slipped his newspaper cutting, closing up the envelope without adding a written word; merely underlining the date of his wife's death.
'Mr. Parker, will you be so kind as to address this to the young lady that was staying here—Miss Howard, wasn't her name? You needn't whistle; it's only a cutting that'll interest her. Come, sir, as a favour to me.'
That was what Jim said. But he was thinking—'I won't add a word. She'll see it all and write. Then I'll go down to her, and after all—after all—after all'
'Her name isn't Howard, Jim,' said Parker, taking the envelope.
'What is it, then?'
'This,' said young Parker, squaring his elbows to direct the envelope: and the address began: 'Mrs. Clinton Browne.'
