The woman caught the foundling nurse -- she whose lot it was to take in and name the abandoned infants from the streets of London -- as she left the place of her employment. "What can you want of me?" the nurse asked. "You will listen to my prayer? It is only to be told in two words." "This is worse and worse," said the nurse, on the edge of tears, now. "Supposing that I understand what two words you mean." "You do understand. What are the names they have given my poor baby? I ask no more than that. I have read of the customs of the place. He has been christened in the chapel, and registered by some surname in the book. He was received last Monday evening. What have they called him?" "You will never ask me anything more than the two words?" "Never Never " "You will never put them to a bad use, if I say them?" "Never Never " And then she gave the name.