"Come here to me," said Christian, sadly and gravely, leading her to the glass door, so that what light there was could shine upon her face; "let me look if you have been telling me the truth. Don't be afraid; if you have I will not punish you. I will not be hard upon you in any case, if you will only speak the truth. Titia, a little girl like you has no business to be creeping in and out of her papa's house like a thief. Tell at once where have you been, and who was with you?" The child burst out crying. "I daren't tell, or Phillis will beat me. She said she would if I stirred an inch from the nursery, while she went down to have tea with cook and Barker. And I thought I might just run for ten minutes to see Miss Bennett, who wanted me so." "You were with Miss Bennett, then? Any body else?" "Only a gentleman," said Letitia, hanging her head and blushing with that painful precocity of consciousness so sad to see in a little girl. "What was his name?" "I don't know. Miss Bennett didn't tell me. She only said he was a friend of hers, who liked little girls, and that if I could come and have a walk with them, without telling Phillis or any body, she would let me off all the hardest of my French lessons. And so--and so--Oh, hide me, there's papa at the hall door, and Aunt Henrietta coming out of the dining-room. And Aunt Henrietta never believes what I say, even if I tell her the truth. Oh, let me run--let me run." The child's terror was so uncontrollable that there was nothing for it but to yield; and she fled. "Titia! Titia!" called out her father. "Christian, what is the matter? What was my little girl crying for?" There was no avoiding the domestic catastrophe, even had Christian wished to avoid it, which she did not. She felt it was a case in which concealment was impossible--wrong. Dr. Grey ought to be told, and Miss Gascoigne likewise. "Your little girl has been very naughty, papa; but others have been more to blame than she. Come with me--will you come too, Aunt Henrietta?--and I will tell you all about it." She did so, as briefly as she could, and in telling it she discovered one fact--which she passed over, and yet it made her glad--that Dr. Grey, like herself, had been kept wholly in the dark about the engagement of Miss Bennett as governess. "I meant to have told you today, though, after I had given her sufficient trial," said Miss Gascoigne, sullenly; "I had with her the best of recommendations, and I do not believe one word of all this story--that is," waking up to the full meaning of what she was saying, "not without the most conclusive evidence." "Evidence," repeated Dr. Grey. "You have my wife's word, and my daughter's." "Your daughter is the most arrant little liar I ever knew!"