I gave my note to a small boy who was lounging about outside the station. He was to deliver the little note into Jane Fleming's hands. No one else was to get it. I knew Jane sufficiently well to be sure she would give it to my mother unobserved. Shortly afterwards my train came up, and I found myself being whirled back to London in a second-class compartment. Fares were cheap on our line, and I was relieved to find that I had five shillings still untouched in my purse. I got to Paddington in a little over half an hour,--the train I travelled by was an express,--and then stepping into an omnibus I was carried slowly, and with many provoking delays, to Regent Circus. I had never been in London by night before, and the dazzling lights and pushing crowds would have nonplussed me considerably another time. Under ordinary circumstances I might have felt uncomfortable and even a little afraid. Every idea of strict propriety in which I had been brought up would have protested against the situation in which I had placed myself. I was a lady, a very young lady, and it was not correct for me to perambulate these gaslit streets alone. As it turned out, however, I had no time for fear, nor was there the smallest cause for alarm. No one noticed the plainly, almost dowdily dressed girl, as with dull apprehension in her eyes, and a queer reserve fund of fortitude in her heart, she hurried along. I soon reached the house I had visited early in the morning, and almost gave Buttons an electric shock by once more inquiring for Susan Ford. I knew that it was necessary to propitiate Buttons, and poor as I was I expended sixpence on that worthy. "Go and tell Susan that I _must_ see her without fail, and at once," I said. Buttons stuck his tongue into his cheek, very nearly winked at me, but refrained, and promising to do his best, vanished. Susan was evidently busy at this hour. I sat for nearly a quarter of an hour in that cold stone-flagged hall waiting for her. She came down at last, looking perplexed and even cross. "My missis _is_ in a temper, Miss Rosamund. Of course I'm delighted to see you, miss, but I can't stay; I really can't. We're all in no end of confusion up-stairs. Oh, Miss Rosamund, you do look cold and white! I wish I could take you up to my room, but I just daren't. Is there anything I could do for you, miss? Please say it as quick as you can." I clutched hold of Susan's shoulder. "You know the ring," I said. "Oh yes, miss; you don't want me to go back to Sam with it now, miss?" "No, no, no! I am not going to sell my precious ruby ring; but, Susan, you said to-day that your mistress sometimes hired out jewels. Fine ladies, who wanted to look extra fine, borrowed jewels. Of course, when they borrowed, they paid. Look at my ring once again, Susan. See! Here under the gas-lamp, does it not sparkle? Would not the gems look well on a small, fair hand?"