"Mother, you must promise me here and now that you will say nothing on the subject to Sir John.  And, Mummy dear, that reminds me, you never acknowledged my postoffice orders.  I know I hadn't much to send you, but what I did have I sent, and I promised that you should have ten shillings a week, my pocket-money, until you had paid the doctor's bill.  I could do no more.  Mummy dear, what is the matter?  Why do you look at me like that, Mummy?"