”

She paused at the door with grateful words on her lips unuttered.

“Don’t stop for thanks, Miss Cassandra; they are wasted between us. You have opened your doors to me, a stranger, and that is enough. Hurry, don’t grieve — and see here: I may not be able to do anything, but I’ll try; and if I can’t get down to-night, won’t you come again in the morning and tell me all about it?”

Instantly he thought better of his request, yet who was here to criticise? He laughed as he thought how firmly the world and its conventions held him. Sweet, simple-hearted child that she was, why, indeed, should she not come? Still he called after her. “If you are too busy, send Hoyle. I may be down to see your mother, anyway.”