“Oh, I am sure they will have you. If you take my advice, Mr.--Markham, this is what you must do. Pretend to be quite poor. Say you have lost everything, and that instead of coming to England rich as you had hoped, you have come with nothing. Oh, what fun it will be,” cried Dolly. “I will back you up in everything you say. I will pretend you _told_ me about it. Do this, Mr. Markham, and you shall see what will happen.” “What would happen in many houses would be that I should be turned to the door. But how do you know that I am not poor? then it would be no fun at all.” Dolly’s laugh was a pleasure to hear; it was so honest, and simple, and sure. She had no doubt whatever on the question. Her theory explained everything delightfully. She did not even take the trouble to reply to this suggestion. She said-- “We are coming to the Pemberton station. Do you mean to change here as you said?” “I will go certainly, if you turn me out.” Here Dolly’s laughing countenance suddenly clouded over. She cast at him a quick glance of entreaty. “Oh, no, don’t go, don’t go,” she cried. And then she added, in a tone of annoyance, “I think everybody is travelling to-day. Some people are always travelling. It is horrid,” cried Dolly, “to see the same faces and hear the same voices wherever one goes.” The cause of this ebullition of temper was easily explained. It was George Westland, very deprecating and humble, who had opened the carriage door. CHAPTER V. “Good morning, Miss Stainforth.” “Good morning,” Dolly replied, with a forbidding face. “Is there any room in your carriage? I am going only as far as Birtwood.” “There is always room in my carriage,” said Dolly, “for it is a ladies’ carriage. This gentleman got in in a hurry just as we were starting, but he is to leave if any ladies come and want his place. I could not let any other gentleman come in, but if Ada is with you----” George Westland’s countenance fell. It was a heavy and not a lovely face, but there was feeling in it, and a flicker of hope and pleasure had made his eyes bright. Now the light went out of it suddenly. He uttered a blank “Oh!” of disappointment, and stood looking at her with a vacant look. Her companion in the carriage was not a likely person to excite any young lover’s jealousy, but yet----