"
"Sentiment again, brother," said Amroth. "To me it is curious and
interesting, even exciting. Well, good-bye; my time is just up, I
think."
The doctor had gone into the house, and the cries died away. A moment
after a woman in the dress of a nurse came quickly along the street,
knocked, opened the door, and went in. I could see into the room, a
poorly furnished one. A girl sat nursing a baby by the fire, and looked
very much frightened. A little boy played in the corner. A woman was
bustling about, making some preparations for a meal.
"Let me do you the honours of my new establishment," said Amroth with a
smile. "No, dear man, don't go with me any farther. We will part here,
and when we meet again we shall have some new stories to tell. Bless
you." He took his hand from my arm, caught up my hand, kissed it, said,
"There, that is for you," and disappeared smiling into the house.
A moment later there came the cry of a new-born child from the window
above. The doctor came out and went down the street; one of the women
joined him and walked with him. A few minutes later she returned with a
young and sturdy workman, looking rather anxious.
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