"It is like you to make such a suggestion about a total stranger," Rupert exclaimed, "but--she may turn out an entire fraud--an arrant adventuress--and I could not be responsible for bringing such a person here." "Such a person! My dear Rupert, even if she were all the terrible things you describe, I don't think she could hurt me. I have seen--so much of the seamy side of life." For a moment Rupert looked at her silently. Long as he had known her, Margaret Stanforth was still largely an enigma to him, and it often seemed to him that the mysterious depths of her eyes veiled mysteries of her life which he had never fathomed. "For my own sake, for this girl's sake, I should like to jump at your offer," he said, after that long, searching look into her face, "but----" "There is no 'but,'" she put in gaily, a sudden smile momentarily chasing away the sadness of her face. "Write a civil, non-committal letter to C.M., and ask her, as I say, to come here. Surely, between us, we can do something for this poor little waif and stray. Why not fix to-morrow afternoon, at five o'clock? If the poor girl's need is urgent, we ought not to delay." "And--you forgive me for all I ought not to have said this morning," Rupert said when, ten minutes later, he rose to depart. "I--have not hurt you?" "No, you have not hurt me; but in future, you will remember--our bargain? And there are some things--I can't bear." Rupert Mernside walked slowly away from the house, his brain and heart full of the woman he had just left, who, after his departure, lay back amongst the silken cushions on her sofa, with a look of profound exhaustion. "There now, my dearie, you didn't ought to let him come and tire you this way; you get worn out with him coming worrying." The faithful Elizabeth had entered the room with a salver in her hand, and stood looking into her mistress's white face, with distress written all over her plain kindly features. Margaret opened her eyes, and smiled up into the loving ones fixed upon her. "No, he doesn't worry me; he is--a comfort, he helps me. Don't scold, nursie dear; his friendship is one of the best things I have in life--one of the best things I have left out of all the wreckage; but to-day--he brought back some of the old memories, and--I--am so silly still. They hurt; sometimes it all feels--unbearable." The ring of almost uncontrollable pain in her voice, brought a spasm of answering pain into the other's face, and she laid a work-roughened hand tenderly upon the dusky head against the cushions. "There, my dearie, there--there," she murmured, speaking as if her beautiful, stately mistress were a little child; "there's nothing so hard in this world but what it can be borne, if we look at it in the right way. The strength comes along with the sorrow, and 'tis all for the best."