He attempted to do it by himself, but the color rose to his face and his

breath came fast, and Nell insisted on bearing a hand.

"That's better!" she said cheerfully, and ignoring the signs of his

weakness. "You can reach the toast----"

He stood by the window, looking down absently and regaining his breath

which the effort, slight as it was, had tried.

"There's a brougham stopped at the door," he said. "Doctor, I suppose.

No, it's a lady--a fashionable lady. Perhaps she's come to take one of

the children for a drive?"

Nell looked out and uttered an exclamation.

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"I--I know her," she said, with some agitation. "I'm afraid she's coming

here--to see me!"

He moved to the door at once.

"Oh, but stay! Why do you run away?" she exclaimed.

He glanced at his seedy coat with a grave shyness.

"I'll come back if you're mistaken," he said. "Your swell visitor would

be rather astonished at my appearance; and I'm afraid there isn't time

to get my frock coat out of pawn."

"Don't go!" begged Nell; but he shook his head and left her; and as she

heard his step going slowly up the stone stairs, she glanced at the tea,

and thought pitifully of the meal he was losing; then she stood by the

table and waited, trying to steady the beating of her heart, to assure

herself that she had been mistaken; but presently some one knocked, and,

opening the door, she saw Lady Wolfer standing before her.

Lady Wolfer drew the slight figure to her and kissed her again and

again.

"You wicked girl!" she said, gazing at her with tender reproach. "Aren't

you going to let me come in? Why do you stand and look at me with those

grave eyes of yours, as if you were sorry to see me? Oh, my dear, my

dear!"

"Yes, come in," said Nell, with something like the sigh of resignation.

Lady Wolfer still held her by the arm, and turned her face to the light.

There had been a dash of color in it a moment ago, but it had faded, and

Lady Wolfer's eyes filled with tears as she noticed the thinness and

pallor of the face.

"Nell, Nell! it is wicked of you! I only knew it last night, when we

came back. I thought you were at Shorne Mills still! You wrote from

there--you said nothing about coming to London."

"That was more than two months ago," said Nell, with a grave smile.

"And--and I said nothing because I knew that you--that Lord

Wolfer--would want to--to help us. And there was no need--is none."




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