"Will you let me ask whether there is anything in which I can help you just now." "Oh, no, nothing, thank you." She had brushed away the involuntary tear, and smiled bravely as she replied. "I did not think that I should meet anybody: it was simply that I was disappointed about--about--some lessons that I hoped to get. Quite a _little_ disappointment, you see." "Was it a little disappointment? Do you want to give lessons--singing lessons?" "Yes; but nobody will have me to teach them," said Janetta, laughing nervously. Sir Philip looked back at the house which they had just passed. "That is Miss Morrison's school: you came out of it, did you not? Does she not need your help?" "I do not suit her." "Why? Did she try your voice?" "Oh, no. It was for other reasons. She was prejudiced against me," said Janetta, with a little gulp. "Prejudiced? But why?--may I ask?" "Oh, she had heard something she did not like. It does not matter: I shall get other pupils by-and-bye." "Is it important to you to have pupils?" Sir Philip asked, as seriously and anxiously as if the fate of the empire depended on his reply. "Oh, most important." Janetta's face and voice were more pathetic than she knew. Sir Philip was silent for a moment. "I have heard you sing," he said at length, in his grave, earnest way. "I am sure that I should have no hesitation in recommending you--if my recommendation were of any use. My mother may perhaps hear of somebody who wants lessons, if you will allow me to mention the matter to her." "I shall be very much obliged to you," said Janetta, feeling grateful and yet a little startled--it did not seem natural to her in her sweet humility that Sir Philip and his mother should interest themselves in her welfare. "Oh, _very_ much obliged." Sir Philip raised his hat and smiled down kindly upon her as he said good-bye. He had been interested from the very first in Margaret's friend. And he had always been vaguely conscious that Margaret's friendship was not likely to produce any very desirable results. Janetta went on her way, feeling for the moment a little less desolate than she had felt before. Sir Philip turned homewards to seek his mother, who was a woman of whom many people stood in awe, but whose kindness of heart was never known to fail. To her Sir Philip at once poured out his story with the directness and Quixotic ardor which some of his friends found incomprehensible, not to say absurd. But Lady Ashley never thought so. She smiled very kindly as her son finished his little tale. "She is really a good singer, you say? Mr. Colwyn's daughter. I have seen him once or twice." "He was a good fellow." "Yes, I believe so. Miss Morrison's school, did you mention? Why, Mabel Hartley is there." Mabel Hartley was a distant cousin of the Ashleys. "I will call to-morrow, Philip, and find out what the objection is to Miss Colwyn. If it can be removed I don't see why she should not teach Mabel, who, I remember, has a voice."