Whereupon Lesley remembered the "very old friend" whom Mr. Brooke had mentioned. But was this the very old friend? This young and fashionably-dressed woman, with short, dark, curling hair, and a white veil to enhance the whiteness of her complexion. Mrs. Romaine was very handsome, without a doubt, but Lesley did not like her. "Miss Brooke?" said the visitor, in a silvery, flute-like voice, which the girl could not but admire. "You will forgive me for calling so soon? My old friendship with Mr. Brooke--whom I have known for years--made me anxious to see you, dear, as soon as possible. You will receive me also as a friend, I hope----" There could be but one answer. Lesley was delighted. "I have heard so much of you," murmured Mrs. Romaine, sitting down with the girl's hand in hers and gazing into her face with liquid, dreamy eyes; "and I wanted to know if I could not be of use to you. Dear Miss Brooke is so much occupied. I may call you Lesley, may I not? Dear Lesley, it will be the greatest possible pleasure to me to assist you in any way." "Thank you very much," said Lesley, rather lamely. "Dear," said Mrs. Romaine, "may I speak to you frankly? I knew your dear mother many years ago----" Lesley turned upon her with suddenly kindled eyes. "You knew mamma?" "I did, indeed, and I cannot express to you what my feeling was for her. Love, admiration--these seem cold words: worship, Lesley, expresses more nearly what I felt! Can you wonder that I hasten to welcome her daughter to her home?" Lesley's innocent heart warmed to the new-comer at once. How unjust she had been, she thought, to shrink for a moment from the visitor because of her youthful and ultra-fashionable appearance. Had she not found a friend?--a woman who loved her mother? Mrs. Romaine saw the impression that she had made, and did not try to deepen it just then. She went on more lightly: "I am a widow, you know, and I live in Russell Square. I hope that you will come and see me sometimes. Drop in whenever you like, and if there is anything that I can do for you count on me. You will want to go shopping or making calls sometimes when Miss Brooke is too busy to take you; then you must come to me. And how was dear Lady Alice when you saw her last?" Lesley did not like these effusive expressions of affection. But she answered, gently-- "Mamma was quite well, thank you." Which answer did not give Mrs. Romaine all the information that she desired. "I have been looking at a pretty poodle dog over the way," she went on, conscious of some desire to change the subject. "Its mistress has been putting it through all sorts of tricks--ah, there it is again!" "The Kenyons' dog?" said Mrs. Romaine, smiling, as she looked at the little group which had once more formed itself upon the balcony. "Oh, I see. That is young Mr. Kenyon, the doctor, a great friend of your father's; and that is his sister, Ethel Kenyon, the actress." "My father spoke about her," said Lesley.