'Hello, sir. Can I help you?' I looked behind me. It was the postman.And behind him, I could see three young boys. One of the boys laughed.The postman smiled. 'Is the gentleman ill?' he asked.I thought quickly. 'Yes. But this is a lady, not a gentle man.I'm a doctor, and she's ill. Take her hand, so I can help her better.'The postman took Merrick's left hand, and I helped him with two hands from behind.Slowly, very slowly, Merrick went up the steps and into the cab.One boy was very near the cab. He called to his friends.'Come and see this, boys! A fat lady in a black coat! And look at that enormous hat!'The boys laughed. They were very near the cab too, now.I closed the door quickly. 'Thank you,' I said to the postman.'That's all right, sir,' he said. 'She's a strange lady, sir, is not she?''She's ill, that's all, 'I said quickly.