Snap--she had got my purse and was out of sight in the fog. Georgiana’s red heels were the last thing I saw. For an instant I could not believe it; but thought that the fog had affected my sight. Then I darted across the road, almost under the feet of a horse, and down a place called "Pratt Street." It was hopeless, utterly hopeless; and not only my three pounds were gone, but half besides of all I had in the world. I had taken that money with me, because I meant, if fortunate with my landscape, to buy a large box of colours in Rathbone-place; but the fog had deterred me. She had snatched my purse while I tried to clasp it, for my glove had first got in the way. All was gone, dear mother’s gift, my first earnings, and all. More than all I felt sore at heart from the baseness of the robbery. Nothing is so bitterly grievous to youth as a blow to faith in one’s species. I am not ashamed to confess that feeling all alone in the fog, I leaned against some iron railings and cried away like a child. Child I was still at heart, despite all my trials and spirit; and more so perhaps than girls who have played out their childhood. In the full flow of my passion, for I was actually sobbing aloud, ashamed of myself all the while, I felt an arm steal round my waist, and starting in fear of another thief, confronted the loveliest face that human eyes ever looked on. With soft caresses, and sweetest smiles, it drew close to my own stormy and bitter countenance. "Are you better now, dear? Oh don’t cry so. You’ll break your poor little heart. Do tell me what it is, that’s a dear. I’ll do anything to help you." "You can’t help me:" I exclaimed through my sobs: "Nobody can help me! I was born to ill luck, and shall have nothing else till I die." "Don’t say so dear. You mustn’t think of it. My father, who never is wrong, says there’s no such thing as luck." "I know that well enough. People always say that who have it on their side." "Ah, I never thought of that. But I hope you are wrong. But tell me, dear, what is the matter with you. I’m sure you have done no harm, and dear papa says no one can be unhappy who has not injured any one." "Can’t they though? Your papa is a moralist. Now I’ll just tell you facts." And to prove my point, I told her of this new trouble, hinted at previous ones and my many great losses, of which money was the least. Even without the controversial spirit, I must have told her all. There was no denying anything to such a winning loving face.