She could not speak for a few seconds, then she gasped with difficulty, "Hank, dear old Hank, he's in there--the loveliest man--he's always ready to do a turn for any one--go in--tell him your business. I've said a little, mind what he tells you, an' you'll get on. He's helped lots of people. He was in the midst of a dinner party. He's so good--he jus' left it an' come. Go--" and she gave him a gentle push and sent him into the parlour, where he blinked his eyes alternately at the lamp on the table, and at a small, dark, quiet man who sat with his hat on his knee.