For the first time, the little outcast who had excited Enid's pity broke the silence. "I don't want nothing; I wasn't begging, nor meaning to beg. She found me asleep by the road and asked me if I was hungry--that was all." "And she is hungry," said Enid, with passion, "and you don't want me to help her. You are unkind! Here, little girl--here is my shilling; it's the only one I've got, and it has a hole in it, but you may have it, and then you can get yourself something to eat in the village." She dashed forward with the coin, eluding a movement of Miss Vane's hand designed to stop her in her course. The shilling lay in Jenny Westwood's grimy little hand before the lady could interfere. "Don't take it away," Hubert whispered in his aunt's ear; "it will only make her remember the scene for a longer time." "I know," Miss Vane answered grimly; and she stood still. Enid turned sorrowfully, half ashamed of her momentary rebellion, towards the park gate. The other child seemed dazed by the excitement of the speakers, and only half understood what had been going on. She stood looking first at the coin in her hand and then at the donor, with a strange questioning expression on her little brown face. Miss Vane and Hubert also waited in silence, until Enid was out of hearing. Then, as if by the same instinct, each drew a long breath and looked doubtfully at the other and then at the child. "You will miss your train," said Miss Leonora. "I have done that already; so we may as well find out what brings the girl here. Why not take her inside the park gates? If any one passes by----" "You are right, Hubert, as usual. Come here, child--come inside for a minute or two; I want to speak to you."