’Seems a bit complicated, Meg; how pious you’ve grown! What are you standing still for, Brown? Get the luggage and get a lick on you,’ said my amiable relative, ’and then go back to London, don’t——’ Brown had however vanished on to the platform and I followed. ’Sam,’ I remarked, and somehow all the years slipped back, and he was just the jolly boy at Uncle Jasper’s lodge, and I the Rector’s little daughter. ’You can’t go back to-night; there’s no train; the last one goes at seven o’clock.’ ’So the matron said, miss’—(what a wily bird, she said she’d ’work it’)—’but, don’t you worry, miss, I’ll come up presently, it’ll be all right, there ain’t no call for you to worry, miss’—(there never was in Sam’s view)—’we’ve got through worse than this,’ said Sam as we got back to the cab. ’Got all the things?’ asked Ross. ’Yes, sir.’ ’Good-night, Brown.’ ’Good-night, sir.’ ’What happened about Brown?’ I asked going home. ’Oh,’ said Ross, as if the subject frankly bored him, ’matron sent me in a cab to Waterloo, with an orderly to get my ticket. I was sitting in my carriage, trying to turn the evening paper, when Brown said, "Allow me, sir," and then before I could swear at him, he got out into the corridor and the train went off. It was such a swot to try to find him, so there it is.’ ’Oh,’ I began. ’I am tired, Meg, can’t think why she made me come so late; never seems much sense in women’s orders.’ The first thing we did on arriving at the lodgings was to fight fiercely about bedrooms. His room looked so pleasant with flowers, a cheerful fire, a box of his favourite cigarettes, and a whole box of matches! ’Very nice,’ said the invalid, ’and may I ask where you sleep?’ ’Oh, I have a dear little room near by.’ ’I should like to see this "dear little room near by," Meg.’ ’You can’t,’ I said. ’It’s all in a muddle and my things aren’t put away.’ ’I should like,’ reiterated Ross, in his most maddening manner, ’to see this "dear little room near by."’ So of course he saw it. He wandered slowly round it, gazing at the works of art, until he came to ’The Believer’s Vision,’ which seemed to fascinate him. After a long pause in front of it he said, ’Well, it ’ud wreck my faith completely,’ and then he collected an armful of my clothing and proceeded to hang it up in the other room that had been so carefully prepared for him. ’Oh, Ross, don’t,’ I begged. ’I much prefer the little room.’ ’Why didn’t you choose it at first?’ he said with unanswerable logic, ’and why isn’t there a fire in it?’ ’I made the other room so nice for you,’ I wailed, and we can’t all have fires; coal is so expensive.’ ’Parsons say the war has taught us many things,’ said Ross, ’but I never expected it would teach you to go without a fire because it happened to be expensive. Why, it’s a modern miracle, and ought to be reported to the Pope.’ ’But it’s difficult to get, as well.’