"But if I promise--as I will do--not to give your address to Mrs. Romaine or Mr. Trent, will you not let me know where you live?" said Caspar, with the gentle intonation that had often won him his way in spite of greater obstacles than poor Mary Trent's obstinate will. She gave him her address, after a little hesitation. It was in a Whitechapel slum. Then, seeing in his face that he would have liked to ask more questions, she went on hurriedly-- "But I have not come here to take up your time. I only wanted to explain to you why I left your house on Saturday--which I'm very sorry to have been obliged to do. And one other thing--but I'll tell you that afterwards." "Well? Why did you go on Saturday, Mrs. Trent?" said Mr. Brooke, more curious than he would have liked to allow. But she did not reply as directly to his question as he wanted her to do. "I was only a poor girl when Francis married me," she said, "but I loved him as true as any one could have loved, and I would have worked my fingers to the bone for him. And he was good to me, in his way. He got to depend upon me and trust to me; and I used to feel--especially when he'd had a little more than he ought to have--as if he was more of a child to me than a husband. It was to provide for him that I came here. And then--one day when I'd been here a little while--I went to his lodgings to give him some money I'd been saving up for him--and I found him gone--gone--without a word--without a message--disappeared, so to speak, and me left behind to be miserable." Caspar ejaculated "Scoundrel!" behind his hand, but Mrs. Trent heard and caught up the word. "No, you're wrong, sir, he was no scoundrel," she said calmly. "He'd met with an accident and been taken to an hospital. He was there for weeks and weeks, not able to give an account of himself, or, as far as I can make out, even to give his name. He came out last week, and made his way, by sort of instinct, to your house, where he knew I was living. I came out on the steps and saw him there--my husband that I'd given up for lost. I ran up to him--you'd have done the same in my place--and went with him without thinking of anybody else." "I see. But why did you not leave a word of explanation behind." "I daren't quit hold of him for a moment, sir. He was so dazed and stupid, he didn't even know me at the first. That was why I say it was instinct, not knowledge, that guided him to the place. If I had left him to speak to any one in the house, he might have gone off, and I never seen him again. That was why I felt obliged to go sir, and am very sorry for the inconvenience I know I must have caused." Caspar nodded gravely. "I see," he said. "Of course it _was_ inconvenient, and we were anxious--there's no denying that. But I can see the matter from your point of view. Would you like to see Miss Lesley and explain it to her?"