"They knew that no more than I did, Madam. Truly, Roswith, like a bit fanciful lassie, said she thought the Lord sent an angel to help her, and talked of walking over some rocks. I had not the heart to gainsay the bairn, and how did I know that the Lord had not sent His angel? Well, we all got back to Jamie Campbell, but what little I could do for him was no good; he died that forenoon. Then I said we would set forth and seek some house, for it was eleven hours gone since we had eaten food. But afore we could depart, the tempest, which was somewhat lulled, washed up two bodies at our feet, Mr. Grey's and Elsie Armstrong's. We poor weak maids could do nought for their burying; but Miss Magdalene cut off a lock of her father's hair, and kissed him, and wept over him. Then we set out to try and find some house near. When at last, after two hours' good walking, we reached a cot, we found to our sorrow that they spake a strange tongue. Miss Magdalene was the only one of us that could speak their speech, and she told us that the country where we were thus cast was the North of France." "Patient! Patient Irvine, where are you?" "Here, Sir," answered Patient to the voice without. "Your brother, Madam, Mr. Philip Ingram." Celia was half-way across the room before she remembered that one side of her hair was still floating on her shoulders. "I will take him into your closet, Madam," said Patient, as she left the room. The colloquy outside was audible within. "Mr. Philip, will you wait a few minutes? I have not ended dressing Madam's hair, but by the time you have changed your boots she will be ready to see you." "Pray what is the matter with my boots?" "They are splashed all over, Sir. My Lady would not allow you to come into Madam's closet with such boots as those, which you know." "Leather and prunella! Never mind my boots nor my mother neither!" "Sir!" responded Patient, in a tone which admitted of but one interpretation. "Well, come, I don't mean----you are always making me say something I don't mean, you dear old tease!" "Sir, I must obey my Lady's orders." "Must you, really? Well, then, I suppose I must. Eh! Madam Patient?" "If you will please to change your boots, Mr. Philip," quietly repeated Patient, "Madam will be ready to receive you in a few minutes." "Very well, Madam Patient. I will obey your orders." And the boots were heard quickly conveying their owner down the corridor. Celia's hair was soon put up, for she was very wishful to make the acquaintance of her half-brother; and she was in the boudoir waiting for him before Mr. Philip Ingram had completed the changing of his objectionable boots. "Come in!" she said, with a beating heart, to the light tap at her door. "Are you my sister Celia? I am very glad to see you--very glad. I must congratulate dear old Patient on having finished you sooner than I expected."