human
My boy, said a young surgeon, returning to the waiting room, and patting Jack's head,
gpt
No, sir; father's dead.
human
Well then your sister or aunt--I suppose there's some relative at home older than yourself?
gpt
No, sir; none but mother an' me,
human
No relations of any kind at all in London?
gpt
None, sir. We know nobody--at least not many, and they're all strangers.
human
A sad case, murmured the surgeon.
gpt
Your mother is poor, I suppose?
human
But of course you have a home of some sort, somewhere?
gpt
Yes, it's not far from here.
human
Well, them, you'd better go home just now, for you can't see your mother to-night. We dare not let her speak, but come back early to-morrow, and you shall hear about her--perhaps see her. Here, put that in your pocket.