"Give me time," she said, speaking with an effort; "give me but two
days, and I will endeavor either to obtain the money, or to procure
somewhere to stay."

Mr. Elder knit his brows again as he answered. "I cannot give you two
days, for I intend renting the room by to-morrow. You can, however,
remain here until this evening, at which time you must either be
prepared to leave, or find money to pay for the rent."

"It is well," she replied. "I will do as you say."

"Then you may expect me here this evening at dusk," he said, and
turning towards the door left the room muttering; "when will I ever
get rid of this crowd of paupers, who, it is always my luck to rent
rooms to."

"God of Heaven aid me!" exclaimed Mrs. Wentworth, as she closed the
door in the receding form of Mr. Elder, and sank on her knees before
the bed on which Ella lay in a high fever.




CHAPTER SEVENTEENTH.

THE EJECTMENT


Mrs. Wentworth knew not where to go to procure money to pay the rent,