One and all had a sidelong glance for the well-dressed stranger passing along, and many a nod and wink was given as heads were turned, more than one of which attracted the notice of Harry; and he shudderingly wondered what would be the consequences if he were to come here frequently-- perhaps by night--to visit some particular house, lolling insolently and carelessly along, as he had seen Lionel do, with a contemptuous defiant look in reply to every scowl? Harry shuddered again as he wondered, and then he hastened his steps involuntarily till he reached the abode of Mr D. Wragg. Without pause, he walked boldly in, to find all apparently as when he had seen the place last--birds, animals, all were there; but there was no dove-scene, and in place of the soft lineaments of Patty he encountered the swarthy face and harsh look of Janet, who was working behind the counter, her wiry little fingers rapidly continuing the work, although her eyes were fixed eagerly upon the new-comer. It seemed to Harry that the girl gazed angrily at him from beneath her dark brows, and set her teeth firmly together as she unflinchingly met her visitor's gaze. A dull heavy feeling of misery now seemed to press harder than ever upon the young man's heart, as his fears in one respect seemed to meet with confirmation. The next moment, sternly and angrily, he approached Janet, holding her as it were with his eye, and, leaning over the counter, he said in a low voice-- "I want his address!" Janet did not speak, but stared at him wonderingly for a few moments, and then, in a puzzled way, repeated his words-- "You want his address--you want his address!" "Yes," said Harry, hastily, "I want his address;" and as he looked he could see that, in spite of the bold way in which his eye was met, Janet was trembling. Harry waited for an answer, but the only words that came were--"You want his address!" "Yes!" exclaimed Harry, sternly. "Where is he--where has he gone? You need not be afraid." "Afraid!--afraid of what?" said Janet, harshly. "There--there! let us have none of this fencing," cried Harry, angrily--"afraid to tell me. Where is he? Has he taken her abroad? Look here! I do not want to go to her home, for they must be in trouble." Janet burst into a mocking laugh; but Harry went on without heeding it-- "He has a father, and the old man is in despair. He fears that mischief has befallen him. We know that he is young and foolish, and that he has been here often to meet her." "I do not understand you--what do you mean?" said Janet, coldly, though it was evident that she was greatly moved. Harry saw it, and never for a moment relaxing his gaze, went on-- "If they have gone away together, at least let me know for certain that he is safe--that we may expect to hear from him again soon; and I will not press you further than for information that will prove to me the truth. I speak plainly, for this is a most painful case."