'
'I will go with you.'
They turned away from the stall, and the ex-surgeon led into a
by-street. Yule wondered at himself for caring to seek such a
singular consultation, but he had a pressing desire to hear some
opinion as to the state of his eyes. Whatever the stranger might
tell him, he would afterwards have recourse to a man of
recognised standing; but just now companionship of any kind was
welcome, and the poor hungry fellow, with his dolorous life-
story, had made appeal to his sympathies. To give money under
guise of a fee would be better than merely offering alms.
'This is the house,' said his guide, pausing at a dirty door. 'It
isn't inviting, but the people are honest, so far as I know. My
room is at the top.'
'Lead on,' answered Yule.
In the room they entered was nothing noticeable; it was only the
poorest possible kind of bed-chamber, or all but the poorest
possible. Daylight had now succeeded to dawn, yet the first thing
the stranger did was to strike a match and light a candle.
'Will you kindly place yourself with your back to the window?' he
said.
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