He always concluded by addressing Charley.
"What is to be done with him?" said I, taking the woman aside. "He could not travel in this state even if he had a purpose and knew where he was going!"
"I know no more, ma'am, than the dead," she replied, glancing compassionately at him. "Perhaps the dead know better, if they could only tell us. I've kept him here all day for pity's sake, and I've given him broth and physic, and Liz has gone to try if any one will take him in (here's my pretty in the bed--her child, but I call it mine); but I can't keep him long, for if my husband was to come home and find him here, he'd be rough in putting him out and might do him a hurt. Hark! Here comes Liz back!"

"What is to be done with him?" said I, taking the woman aside. "He could not travel in this state even if he knew where he was going!"
"I don't know, ma'am," she replied, glancing compassionately at him. "I've kept him here all day for pity's sake, and I've given him broth and medicine, and Liz has gone to see if anyone will take him in; but I can't keep him long, for if my husband was to come home and find him here, he'd be rough in putting him out. Hark! Here comes Liz!"
