Sibyl obeyed unwillingly. She felt, as she said afterwards, as if Miss Winstead had rubbed her the wrong way. "I am like a pussy-cat when its fur is rubbed quite the wrong side up," thought the little girl. "I don't like it, not a bit." Presently she slipped her hand through her governess's arm, and said in a coaxing voice-- "Do come home through Greek Street; I do want just to say one word to Mr. Holman, you can't think how 'portant it is." "I cannot, Sibyl; you must not ask me again." Here Miss Winstead took out her watch. "We must hurry home," she said; "I had not the least idea the time was going so fast." They left the Park, and came back in time for lunch. During lunch both Mrs. Ogilvie and her little daughter were very silent. Sibyl was thinking of the Holmans, and how more than important it was that she should see them soon, and Mrs. Ogilvie had another thought in her head, a thought which caused her eyes to dance with pleasure. "Why isn't Mr. Rochester here?" said the little girl at last. "He could not stay," replied Mrs. Ogilvie. "You and he are great friends, are you not, Sib?" "He is nice, he is very nice," said the child; "he and Lady Helen--oh, more than nice. I like 'em very much, don't you, mother?" "Yes, dear." Mrs. Ogilvie got up. "Good-by, Sibyl, I shall be back late this evening." "Good-by, mother dear." Mrs. Ogilvie left the room. Miss Winstead, having finished her lunch, desired Sibyl to be quick with hers, and then to follow her to the schoolroom. There was no one in the room now but Sibyl and the footman, Watson. Watson began to remove the things. Sibyl played with a biscuit. Suddenly she looked full up at the young man. "Are you tired after your ride this morning Watson?" "No, Miss Sibyl, not at all." "I wonder if you're awfully hungry, Watson?" "Why so, Miss?" "Because it's time for the servants' dinner." "Well, Miss, I'm going down to the hall presently, when I shall have my appetite satisfied, thank you all the same for inquiring." Watson greatly enjoyed having a private chat with Sibyl. "You couldn't, p'waps," said the little girl, knitting her brows, "you couldn't, p'waps, come a short way down the street with me afore you begin your dinner?" "Where do you want to go, Miss?" "I want to see Mr. Holman; you know Mr. Holman, don't you, Watson? He is the dear, kind, nice, sorrowful man who keeps the dusty toys." "I have heard of him from you, Miss." "It's most 'portant that I should see him and his wife, and if you walked behind me, mother would not be very angry. Would you come, Watson? You might just put on your hat and come at once. I have not taken off my hat and coat. We can do it and be back afore Miss Winstead finds out."