"There's a man for ye!" murmured Priscilla, admiringly, as he disappeared--"A tower of strength for a 'usband, which the Lord knows is rare! Lovey, you'll never do better!" But Innocent seemed not to hear. Her face was very pale, and her eyes had a strained wistful expression. "Dad looks very ill," she said, slowly--"Priscilla, surely you noticed--" "Now, child, don't you worry--'tain't no use"--and Priscilla lit two bedroom candles, giving Innocent one--"You just go up to bed and think of nothing till the morning. Mister Jocelyn is dead beat and put out about something--precious 'ungry too, for he ate his food as though he hadn't 'ad any all day. You couldn't expect him to be pleasant if he was wore out." Innocent said nothing more. She gave a parting glance round the room to assure herself that everything was tidy, windows bolted and all safe for the night, and for a fleeting moment the impression came over her that she would never see it look quite the same again. A faint cold tremor ran through her delicate little body--she felt lonely and afraid. Silently she followed Priscilla up the beautiful Tudor staircase to the first landing, where, moved by a tender, clinging impulse, she kissed her. "Good-night, you dear, kind Priscilla!" she said--"You've always been good to me!" "Bless you, my lovey!" answered Priscilla, with emotion--"Go and sleep with the angels, like the little angel you are yourself! And mind you think twice, and more than twice, before you say 'No' to Mr. Robin!"