"Whose? At all events I must see her."

"See her! What for?"

"What for! Hang it, it is natural that, now I am in England, I should at
least wish to know what she is like. And I think it very strange that
you should send her away, and then make all these difficulties. What's
your object? I don't understand it."

"My object? What could be my object but to serve you? At your request I
took, fed, reared a child, whom you could not expect me to love, at my
own cost. Did I ever ask you for a shilling? Did I ever suffer you to
give me one? Never! At last, hearing no more from you, and what little
I heard of you making me think that, if anything happened to me (and I
was very ill at the time), you could only find her a burden,--at last I
say, the old man came to me,--you had given him my address,--and he
offered to take her, and I consented. She is with him."

"The old man! She is with him! And where is he?"

"I don't know."

"Humph; how does he live? Can he have got any money?"

"I don't know."

"Did any old friends take him up?"

"Would he go to old friends?"