He left the room noisily and went downstairs. I waited until I heard the hall-door slam behind him, and then I went back to mother. She was leaning back in her chair; her eyes were closed. I bent over her and kissed her. "What is it, West? What did that horrid man want?" "He has gone, darling; he won't trouble us any more." "But I heard him say something about a _debt_. Is he owed any money?" "He was very troublesome because his account was not paid quite as soon as he wished," I said; "but that is nothing. He shall have a cheque immediately." "But I do hope, dear Miss Mullins," said mother, turning to her and looking at her fixedly, "that you pay the tradespeople weekly. It is so much the best plan." "Quite so," she answered. "This house is doing splendidly, is it not?" said mother. "We shall make a fortune if we stay on here long enough?" "Oh, quite so," answered Miss Mullins. I stole out of the room again. Mother looked satisfied, and although her cheeks were a little too bright in colour, I hoped no grave mischief was done. I ran downstairs. It was nearly four o'clock. I determined to wait in the hall or in the dining-room, in case any more of those awful men--wolves, Albert Fanning had called them--should arrive. Mother must not be troubled: mother must not run such an awful risk again. Just then I heard steps approaching, and there was the sound of a latch-key in the hall door. Most of our guests had latch-keys. I do not know what I noticed in that sound, but I knew who was there. I entered the hall. Mr. Fanning had come in. He did not expect to see me, and he started when he saw my face. I had never cared for Mr. Fanning--never, never. I had almost hated him rather than otherwise; but at that moment I looked at him as a deliverer. There was no one there, and I ran up to him. "Come into the dining-room," I said. "I must speak to you," and I caught his hand. His great hand closed round mine, and we went into the dining-room, and I shut the door. "One of them came," I said, "and--and nearly killed mother, and I promised that he--that he should be paid. His name is Allthorp. He has nearly killed mother, and he nearly killed me, and--and will you pay him, and will you pay the others?" "Do you mean it?" said Albert Fanning. "Do you mean it? Are you asking me to do this, clearly understanding?" "Clearly, clearly," I said. "And may I kiss you, just to make the bond all sure?" "You may," I said faintly. He bent forward, and I felt his kiss on my forehead. CHAPTER XXV YOU ARE A GOOD MAN