at did you do for her?'

'Put her in clover,' said Pitt, smiling. 'I moved Hutchins and his
family into a better lodging, where they could have a room to spare;
and then I paid Mrs. Hutchins to take care of her.'

'You might go on, for aught I see, and spend your whole life, and all
you have, in this sort of work.'

'Do you think it would be a disagreeable disposition to make of both?'

'Why, yes!' said Betty. 'Would you give up all your tastes and
pursuits,--literary, and artistic, and antiquarian, and I don't know
what all,--and be a mere walking Benevolent Society?'

'No need to give them up, any further than as they would interfere with
something more important and more enjoyable.'

'_More enjoyable!_'

'Yes. I think, Miss Betty, the pleasure of doing something for Christ
is the greatest pleasure I know.'

Betty could have cried with vexation; in which, however, there was a
distracting mingling of other feelings,--admiration of Pitt, envy of
his evident happiness, regret that she herself was so different; but,
above all, dismay that she was so far off. She was silent the rest of
the drive.

CHAPTER XLIV.

_THE DUKE OF TREFOIL_.

They drove a long distance, much of the way through uninteresting
regions. Pitt stopped the cab at last, took Betty out, and led her
through one and another street and round corner after corner, till at
last he turned into an alley again.

'Where are you taking me now, Mr. Pitt?' she asked, in some
trepidation. 'Not another Martin's Court?'

'I want you to look well at this place.'

'I see it. What for?' asked Betty, casting her eyes about her. It was a
very narrow alley, leading again, as might be seen by the gleam of
light at the farther end, into a somewhat more open space--another
court. _Here_ the word open had no application. The sides of the alley
were very near together and very high, leaving a strange gap between
walls of brick, at least strange when considered with reference to
human habitation; all of freedom or expanse there was indicated
anywhere being a long and very distant strip of blue sky overhead when
the weather was clear. Not even that to-day. The heavy clouds hung low,
seeming to rest upon the house-tops, and shutting up all below under
their breathless envelopment. Hot, sultry, stifling, the air felt to
Betty; well-nigh unendurable; but Pitt seemed to be of intent that she
should endure it for a while, and with some difficulty she submitted.