Honora was in a pale, soft, gray dress, that caught the light in a rosy glow from the east window, and her golden hair was hanging in radiant masses beneath her straw bonnet, but she could not appreciate the angelic impression she made on the child, who had been tried so long by such a captivity. 'My poor child,' she said, 'I am no angel; I am only Miss Charlecote. I'm afraid you have been shut up here;' and, coming nearer, she perceived that it was a boy of about seven years old, well dressed, though his garments were disordered. He stood up as she came near, but he was trembling all over, and as she drew him into her bosom, and put her arms round him, she found him quivering with icy cold. 'Poor little fellow,' she said, rocking him, as she sat on the step and folded her shawl round him, 'have you been here all night? How cold you are; I must take you home, my dear. What is your name?' 'I'm Robert Mervyn Fulmort,' said the little boy, clinging to her. 'We came in to see Mr. Charlecote's monument put up, and I suppose they forgot me. I waked up, and everybody was gone, and the door was locked. Oh! please,' he gasped, 'take me out. I don't want to cry.' She thought it best to take him at once into the cheerful sunlight, but it did not yet yield the warmth that he needed; and all her soothing words could not check the nervous tremor, though he held her so tight that it seemed as if he would never let her go. 'You shall come home with me, my dear little boy; you shall have some breakfast, and then I will take you safe home to Beauchamp.' 'Oh, if you please!' said the boy, gratefully. Exercise was thawing his numbed limbs, and his eyes brightened. 'Whom were you with?' she asked. 'Who could have forgotten you?' 'I came with Lieschen and nurse and the babies. The others went out with Mademoiselle.' 'And you went to sleep?' 'Yes; I liked to see the mason go chip, chip, and I wanted to see them fit the thing in. I got into that great pew, to see better; and I made myself a nest, but at last they were all gone.' 'And what did you do, then? Were you afraid?' 'I didn't know what to do. I ran all about to see if I could look out at a window, but I couldn't.' 'Did you try to call?' 'Wouldn't it have been naughty?' said the boy; and then with an impulse of honest truthfulness, 'I did try once; but do you know, there was another voice came back again, and I thought that _die Geistern wachten sich auf_.' 'The what?' '_Die Geistern das Lieschen sagt in die Gewolben wohnen_,' said little Robert, evidently quite unconscious whether he spoke German or English. 'So you could not call for the echo. Well, did you not think of the bells?' 'Yes; but, oh! the door was shut; and then, I'll tell you--but don't tell Mervyn--I did cry.' 'Indeed, I don't wonder. It must have been very lonely.'