Sylvester entirely concurred in this sentiment. If he detested any one on earth it was "my lady." If she had ever found out that Una had refused Wilfred Jackson, she might have found it hard to forgive her, for money grew scarcer and scarcer, and while she smiled, and talked, and found little satisfactions in the amusements of hotel life, she did not know in the least what was to become of them all. What Lord Haredale did, with their scanty means, it was easy to guess, and, though his wife could trust to some happy-go-lucky solution, his sister's face grew more anxious every day. Her greatest comfort was Carrie Carisbrooke, who transferred the incipient affection she had felt for Charles to all his family. She told Miss Haredale, that she hoped they would continue to live together either at Silverfold or at Cleverley, and she fully intended to put it in her chaperon's power to give Tory the education she so much desired. It was an undeserved return for the worldliness which had done her so great a disservice in trying to prop up a falling family with her fortune; but nevertheless, it made home and happiness for a very lonely girl, and so was its own reward. Carrie's twenty-first birthday was imminent, and on the day of the Jacksons' departure, she received a letter from her uncle, saying that he meant to spend it with her, and to give up his stewardship of her fortune. Una heard with a start of horror, "That Amethyst should meet that man again!" "You need have no fear," said Amethyst. "If he comes, and people guess he ever had anything to do with me, it is no more than I deserve. He nearly ruined my life for me, but it was my own fault Lucian will never know, and--" She did not finish her sentence, but she knew that, some day, she would tell Sylvester how his trust in her had helped to save her from a second shipwreck. She would tell him, and he would understand. CHAPTER THIRTY SIX. OUT OF THE DEEP. "No, Annabel--no, Amethyst, I shall not go. I am quite sure Charles has not deserved any attention from me. Read the telegram--`Come at once, Charles dying; his own fault. Bring money.' My lord is the most unpractical person I ever knew! He knows I have no money. What could I do for Charles over at Monte Carlo? Some horrid scandal, no doubt." "It would be a far greater scandal to neglect him when he is dying, Lady Haredale. At least, I will go and help my poor brother." "You, my dear Anna! Oh, that would be the very thing. You are always goodness itself, and full of kind thoughts. Do go; but as for the money--" "There needn't be any trouble about that, Lady Haredale," said Carrie, who was in the room, "for I have plenty of money--quite handy, and Miss Haredale can take it with her to Monte Carlo." "Why, my dear Carrie, you are quite a little guardian angel. Now it is all nicely settled, and I dare say you'll find my lord has got nervous about some mere trifle."