"So there remained only Eve and her brother?"

"Yes. He was a steady lad, Tom Madeley, and never gave his sister
much trouble. He earns his thirty shillings a week now. Well, and
soon after she saw her father going on all right, Eve left home. I
don't wonder at it; it wasn't to be expected she could forgive him
for all the harm and sorrows he'd caused. She went to Birmingham for
a few months, and then she came back one day to tell us she'd got a
place in London. And she brought that photo to give us to remember
her by. But, as I said, it isn't good enough."

"Does she seem to be happier now?"

"She hasn't wrote more than once or twice, but she's doing well, and
whatever happens she's not the one to complain. It's a blessing
she's always had her health. No doubt she's made friends in London,
but we haven't heard about them. Martha was hoping she'd have come
for Christmas, but it seems she couldn't get away for long enough
from business. I'd tell you her address, but I don't remember it.
I've never been in London myself. Martha knows it, of course. She
might look in to-night, and if she does I'll ask her."

Hilliard allowed this suggestion to pass without remark. He was not
quite sure that he desired to know Miss Madeley's address.

But later in the evening, when, after walking for two or three hours
about the cold, dark roads, he came in to have his supper and go to
bed, Mrs. Brewer smilingly offered him a scrap of paper.