In her excitement, she omitted to take down any addresses of employers; for the first time since she had begun to haunt the Free Library, she went out of its doors without a list of names to which letters must be written, setting forth her own qualifications for tending children, or amusing the elderly. She had actually forgotten to draw from her pocket the sheet of notepaper she never failed to bring with her on her morning quest, so full was her mind of the coming visit to Eaton Square. Her weary limbs still refused to hurry, and she walked slowly back to her lodgings, "to make herself tidy," as she put it, before venturing into what was to her an actually new world. Her heart was beating very fast as she rang the bell of the great Eaton Square mansion, and, thanks partly to nervousness, partly to fatigue, her legs were trembling so much, that she was obliged to clutch at the wall for support, to prevent herself from falling. A footman flung open the door--a tall, rather supercilious footman, whose face was not the good-natured, foolish face of the James who had lifted the red-cloaked baby from her arms. This man looked the visitor up and down with a comprehensive stare, which held in it both enquiry and contempt, and had the effect of banishing Christina's small remnant of courage. "Could I--see--the lady of the house?" she asked. "What might you want with her?" the servant demanded with a sniff. "There was an advertisement in to-day's _Morning Post_," the girl answered, her voice shaking with nervous weariness; "it said, 'call between eleven and one'--and I came to----" "Come after the place, have you?"--the footman's tone changed to one of huge condescension. "Oh! well, step in, and I'll see if her ladyship can see you." "The place!--her ladyship!" Christina looked at the man with bewildered eyes, and said faintly--"I don't know anything about a place. I have not come for that. Only the advertisement said, 'call between eleven and one o'clock.'" "Step inside," came the short order, whilst Henry, the first footman, inwardly remarked that he wished her ladyship wouldn't go putting in advertisements, and not mentioning them to the establishment. "Take a seat there, and I'll ascertain whether her ladyship is disengaged."