The doctor began to put on his coat． ‘The baby is weak and will probably have difficulties，’ he said． ‘If so, give it a little milk to keep it quiet．’Then he looked at the dead woman. ‘The mother was a good－looking girl．Where did she come from？’

‘She was brought here last night，’replied the old woman. ‘She was found lying in the street. She’d walked some distance，judging by her shoes，which were worn to pieces．Where she came from，where she was going to，or what her name was，nobody knows.’

The doctor lifted the girl's left hand. 'The old story,' he said sadly, shaking his head.'No wedding ring, I see. Ah! Good night.'