"Don't throw cold water on this, my dear fellow," he added; "it will be the very best thing possible for her, and will give her an interest in life which she has well-nigh lost. Can you call to-morrow afternoon?" And so forth. Doctor Brentwood's letter was a great relief to Webster's mind, and he received another by the same post from Miss Kathleen Weir. This was a highly characteristic epistle. "DEAR MR. WEBSTER: For the third and last time, unless you come, will you take supper with me this evening; or if suits you better will you call in the afternoon? Wire which. Yours ever sincerely. "KATHLEEN WEIR." Webster read this note with a smile; thought it over, and then decided to call during the afternoon, and he accordingly telegraphed Miss Weir to that effect. And as he drove to the actress' flat he was wondering if she had any news to tell him, and he found that she had some. She received him in her usual airy fashion, and she was charmingly dressed in a most becoming tea-gown. "Well, you have come at last," she said, holding out her hand as Webster entered her drawing-room. "Yes," he answered, taking it, "and I should have come before, but I have been a good deal worried of late." "About money or love?" "About neither, as it happens." "I thought there were only two things worried men, and the want of money was the worst. Well, we must all have it; but I have been more than worried, I have been upset; I have seen a ghost!" "A ghost?" "Yes, the ghost of a dead love! There, can you guess what I mean? Well, I suppose not, so I must tell you. But I have really been shocked; I have seen John Temple in the flesh, though looking so awfully ill that he was much more like a dead man than a living one." "Where did you see him?" asked Webster, quickly. "I will tell you. Yesterday morning I drove down to see Mr. Harrison, the solicitor, as I wanted to be quite certain whether John Temple is the man who has come into the fortune, as Dereham was so positive that he was. Well, you know Harrison's offices are at Westminster, and I saw the old boy sure enough, but he was as sly as a fox. He did not deny that John Temple was the man 'that ultimately, mind ultimately, my dear madam,' he kept repeating, would succeed to his uncle's estate or estates. 'But his position at present is unchanged,' he added, and he threw ice on my suggestion that I should have an increased allowance. 'When Mr. John Temple succeeds to the property the question can then be mooted,' and so on. In fact I got no satisfaction for my trouble, and when I came out of the office in a very bad humor I told the cabman to drive over Westminster bridge and back again, as I thought the river air might improve my temper." "And you went?" asked Webster, eagerly.