"It was natural, mademoiselle, that Lady Henry should confide in me. She has perhaps told you that for many years I have been one of the trustees of her property. That has led to her consulting me on a good many matters. And evidently, from what she says and what the Duchess says, nothing could be of more importance to her happiness, now, in her helpless state, than her relations to you." He spoke with a serious kindness in which the tinge of mocking habitual to his sleek and well-groomed visage was wholly lost. Julie Le Breton met him with dignity. "Yes, they are important. But, I fear they cannot go on as they are." There was a pause. Then Sir Wilfrid approached her: "I hear you are returning to Bruton Street immediately. Might I be your escort?" "Certainly." The Duchess, a little sobered by the turn events had taken and the darkened prospects of her bazaar, protested in vain against this sudden departure. Julie resumed her furs, which, as Sir Wilfrid, who was curious in such things; happened to notice, were of great beauty, and made her farewells. Did her hand linger in Jacob Delafield's? Did the look with which that young man received it express more than the steadfast support which justice offers to the oppressed? Sir Wilfrid could not be sure. [Illustration: "'INDEED I WILL!' CRIED SIR WILFRID, AND THEY WALKED ON"] As they stepped out into the frosty, lamp-lit dark of Grosvenor Square, Julie Le Breton turned to her companion. "You knew my mother and father," she said, abruptly. "I remember your coming," What was in her voice, her rich, beautiful voice? Sir Wilfrid only knew that while perfectly steady, it seemed to bring emotion near, to make all the aspects of things dramatic. "Yes, yes," he replied, in some confusion. "I knew her well, from the time when she was a girl in the school-room. Poor Lady Rose!" The figure beside him stood still. "Then if you were my mother's friend," she said, huskily, "you will hear patiently what I have to say, even though you are Lady Henry's trustee." "Indeed I will!" cried Sir Wilfrid, and they walked on. IV "But, first of all," said Mademoiselle Le Breton, looking in some annoyance at the brace of terriers circling and barking round them, "we must take the dogs home, otherwise no talk will be possible." "You have no more business to do?" His companion smiled. "Everything Lady Henry wants is here," she said, pointing to the bag upon her arm which had been handed to her, as Sir Wilfrid remembered, after some whispered conversation, in the hall of Crowborough House by an elegantly dressed woman, who was no doubt the Duchess's maid. "Allow me to carry it for you." "Many thanks," said Mademoiselle Le Breton, firmly retaining it, "but those are not the things I mind."