"Lean--Leonora," said Emmanuel cherubically. "Well, I wouldn't call a daughter of mine after old Pharaoh's kine," snapped Keziah with supreme scorn; and at that moment Leam came into the room, and Keziah bustled out of it to tig after Jenny and ding at Tim, as these two faithful servitors were wont to express the way of their mistress toward them. "My dear, I did not know that things were so miserable here for you, but you must just bide here till the scent grows cold, and then I'll come for you and put you where you'll be better off," said Mr. Gryce kindly when he was alone with Leam. "This will do," said Leam, suppressing a shudder as she looked round the little room, where what had originally been a rhubarb-colored paper--chosen because it was a good wearing color--was patched here and there with scraps of newspapers or bits of other patterned papers; where the huge family Bible and a few musty and torn odd volumes of the _Spectator_ and the _Tatler_ comprised the sole library; and where the only ornaments on the chimneypiece were three or four bits of lead ore from the Roughton Gill mines, above Caldbeck. "You have been used to something far different," said Emmanuel, compassionately. "My past is over," she answered in a low voice. "But you'll come to a better future," he cried, his mild blue eyes watery and red. "Shall I? When I die?" was her reply as she passed her hand wearily over her forehead, and wished--ah, how ardently!--that the question might answer itself now at once.