’Yes, I have. You called me.’ He held her hands, and looked into her eyes, and was lost in wonder at their depth and beauty, and in a dream of love. She met his gaze frankly, but, as it was prolonged, her eyes fell. ’Whither are you going to take us?’ asked Orange. But Herring had ears for one voice only; he had thoughts at that moment for one person only, who stood before him. ’Oh, Mr. Herring,’ said Mirelle—and she looked up timidly again, but, again encountering his eyes, lowered her dark lashes—’take us away—anywhere. We cannot remain here any longer. We are turned out of the house. We trust you perfectly; take us where you will.’ ’Let me lead you to the coach.’ Then Orange said to Mrs. Trampleasure, ’Mother, you must go and thank Mrs. Flamank before leaving.’ But at that moment this good lady appeared, relieved by the sight of the carriage standing at the house door. Her visitors were departing. She received the thanks given her for her hospitality with graciousness. She even kissed Mirelle on the brow. ’I hope,’ she said, condescendingly, ’that you will find a comfortable and happy home, my child. Aha!’—she looked at Herring, and then at Mirelle—’I have my suspicions. Well, well! Time will show if they are justified.’ Herring saw the ladies into the coach, and mounted the box beside the driver. The carriage drew up at the door of Dolbeare. Herring descended, opened the coach door, let down the steps, and presented his arm to Mrs. Trampleasure. ’Mr. Herring,’ exclaimed Orange, turning white, ’what is the meaning of this? Do you not know that this is no longer our home? You have not heard. You have made a mistake.’ ’Pray step inside, ladies,’ said he, smiling. Bewildered, not knowing what to say, all three descended. No; Mirelle was not bewildered; she was perfectly collected. What Mr. Herring did was right. Where he led she followed with confidence; she had entire reliance on him. They entered the hall. Everything was as it had been: the clock on the stairs was ticking; the door of the dining-room was open; a fire burned in the grate; on the table lay a bundle of old walking-sticks, tied together. Herring took up this bundle. ’But, Mr. Herring,’ said Orange, passing her hand across her eyes, ’what is the meaning of this? Are we walking in a dream?’ ’This is no dream,’ answered Herring. ’Countess, I make over this bundle of old sticks to you; the house goes with them; the rent has been paid for the current year, in your name; the lease is made over to you. Everything the house contains is yours. Everything has been bought as it stands, in your name.’ Orange and Mirelle stood silent. Neither could comprehend the situation. Herring did not speak to them for some minutes, he could understand their perplexity. Orange looked round for her mother, but Mrs. Trampleasure had not entered the room.