She was evidently a nurse in some high family, as her cap and apron denoted, while the child, a little boy of about three years, was clothed with taste and elegance. He kept crying for “Nannie, Nannie,” at first, and his little face wore a grieved, distressed look, as he saw her lying so still upon the ground, but Brownie removed him to a little distance, and soon succeeded in quieting him with her fond, sweet words. The woman continued insensible, and as they could gain no clew to her identity, Adrian, fearing she had been seriously injured in falling, began to wonder what would be best to do with her. A policeman now appeared, and advised that she be taken to some hospital, and deeming this the wisest course to pursue, the young man gave directions that she be taken to St. George’s, it being the finest one in the city. “But what will become of the child?” he asked, in perplexity, as he saw it in Brownie’s arms. “Take him to the station-house until called for,” some one said, heartlessly. “Oh, no!” exclaimed Brownie, with an appealing, terrified look at her husband; while the child, frightened at being so curiously regarded, threw his little arms around her neck and hid his face upon her shoulder. She clasped him to her with a sudden thrill. “Let us keep him until his parents come to claim him,” she said, in a low tone, to her husband. “But, dearest, it will never do for you to have the care of him,” he returned, disapprovingly. “Ah! Adrian, he is such a darling, I should like it. Milly will assist in the care of him, and, in all probability, his parents will claim him by to-morrow.” “That is true,” he said, hesitatingly. “I know he will be content with me, and that I shall treat him tenderly. Dear, I cannot let them take him to the station-house,” she pleaded, earnestly. Adrian himself said that was not to be thought of for a moment, and being strongly attracted toward the beautiful boy, it was finally arranged that it should be as Brownie desired, and they all returned to the Langham, while the unfortunate nurse was borne away to the hospital. The little fellow was soon as happy as a king, and, although he talked of Nannie, seemed perfectly contented when in Brownie’s presence. She found, upon questioning him, that he was called Eddie, but she tried in vain to make him repeat his last name. Evidently he had not been taught it. The next morning Adrian went early to the hospital, hoping the nurse would be able to converse with him and give him information regarding her little charge; but he found her raving in delirium, and the doctors said she had doubtless been seriously injured about the head in falling, and they were fearful that the accident would cost her her life. Only one thing remained to be done now, and that was to advertise the child in the papers, which Adrian immediately did, and then strove quietly to await the issue.