You see," added Morris Townsend, "I have
ties--I have responsibilities here. I have a sister, a widow, from
whom I have been separated for a long time, and to whom I am almost
everything. I shouldn't like to say to her that I must leave her.
She rather depends upon me, you see."
"Ah, that's very proper; family feeling is very proper," said Dr.
Sloper. "I often think there is not enough of it in our city. I
think I have heard of your sister."
"It is possible, but I rather doubt it; she lives so very quietly."
"As quietly, you mean," the Doctor went on, with a short laugh, "as a
lady may do who has several young children."
"Ah, my little nephews and nieces--that's the very point! I am
helping to bring them up," said Morris Townsend. "I am a kind of
amateur tutor; I give them lessons."
"That's very proper, as I say; but it is hardly a career."
"It won't make my fortune!" the young man confessed.
"You must not be too much bent on a fortune," said the Doctor. "But
I assure you I will keep you in mind; I won't lose sight of you!"
"If my situation becomes desperate I shall perhaps take the liberty
of reminding you!" Morris rejoined, raising his voice a little, with
a brighter smile, as his interlocutor turned away.
Before he left the house the Doctor had a few words with Mrs. Almond.
"I should like to see his sister," he said. "What do you call her?
Mrs.
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