"You must call me Rosamund, Hetty. Now listen. Don't tremble, dear. I am obliged to leave you. I have a mother and father, and--and-- brothers. Your Jack is one of my brothers. I will come back again as soon as ever I can; and when I come I shall probably bring you a message from Jack." "Won't Jack come to see me himself to-day?" "I'm afraid not. Jack does not forget you, Hetty, but the fact is, he is ill. He has a bad headache, and has to be nursed." "Oh," she said gently, and without any of the alarm I had anticipated. "Sometimes his head aches fearfully, I know; I have seen it. I have sat up all night nursing his headache. Who is taking care of him now?" "His mother and mine, the tenderest and best of human beings." I felt a break in my voice as I said this. I knew my mother was no longer first in Jack's affections. I felt an unreasonable and ridiculous sense of jealousy on my mother's account. "Good-bye, Hetty," I said hastily; "I will bring you news of Jack; and try and believe one thing--the Mrs Ashton of yesterday and the Mrs Ashton of to-day are two distinctly different people. You will be taken care of, my dear, and remember I expect to see you looking quite bright and well this evening." Then I ran down-stairs and out of the house. It was still too early to go to Madame Leroy's, but the comfortable chink of gold in my purse enabled me to spend my time profitably. I laid in fresh provisions both for Hetty and for Jack. At twelve o'clock exactly I arrived at Madame Leroy's. To my surprise Susan herself opened the door for me. I think she must have been waiting on the mat inside, for the moment I rang, the door was pulled open, and Susan said breathlessly: "Oh, come in, Miss Rosamund, come up-stairs." "Where is my ring, Susan?" I said, resisting her impetuous push. "Give me back my ring at once and let me go. I have really a great deal to do, and have not time to wait to chat with you." "It isn't me, miss, as wants to keep you, it's Madame Leroy herself." "Madame Leroy? What _do_ you mean?" "And I haven't got the ring, miss. When I asked Madagie for it this morning, she said, `When the young person calls, show her up to my private room at once.' She said `young person,' miss, meaning no offence, but the moment she claps her eyes on you she'll know you are a lady born." "I don't care what she calls me, Susan; if I must see her, I must, I suppose. Show me to her room at once." Susan ran on before me, past the first floor, and the second, and on to the third floor of the great house; where she paused, and knocked deliberately at a certain door which wanted paint, and was altogether very shabby. "Come in," said a voice, and I found myself in the presence of Madame Leroy.