"Yes, miss. I’ve always paid it to the day, though I have been rather hard put to sometimes, when my lodgers haven’t paid up. It’s not for want of the rent that the landlord gives notice. It’s because he’s selling a lot of his houses to a man who wants them for his own workpeople, and therefore must have them emptied." The widow’s tears flowed again. "Don’t cry, Mrs. Austin dear!" said Doris, rising and putting her arms round the good woman’s neck, while she kissed her kind old face. "You shall not be turned out," said Bernard; "I will see your landlord, and buy the house, if I can. Then you shall not be turned out." "But, sir, it will cost you a lot!" "It will be an investment, and I shall have a good tenant. You know, Doris," he added, turning to her, "I must not put all the money into the school." Having asked the landlord’s name and address, Bernard left Doris resting in Mrs. Austin’s sitting-room, and departed to transact the business, which he was able to do satisfactorily, as the landlord happened to be in a hurry to sell. "I have bought the house for three hundred and fifty pounds," Bernard announced, on his return to Doris. "You tell Mrs. Austin, dear," he added. So it was Doris who had the pleasure of telling the good woman that Mr. Cameron had bought her house, and so she would be able to remain in it as long as she lived. "Thank God! Thank God! That is all I want. And you shall have your rent regularly, sir," said the widow. "You shall never be asked for it," said Bernard. "When you have the money to spare you can pay it, and when you have not any to hand over, nothing shall be said." "You are too good, sir," began Mrs. Austin. But Doris interrupted: "He is only treating you as you treated me," she said. "When I could not pay you, dear Mrs. Austin, you always let it pass over, and forgave me the debt." "But you have paid everything now, miss." (Through the Sinclairs’ kindness Doris had been able to do this.) "I can never repay you for all your exceeding kindness," cried the girl; adding, "And I am delighted that we can enable you to remain in your comfortable home." Mrs. Austin was overjoyed. She shed tears again, not for sorrow now, but for joy. "How little I knew when I took you in, Miss Anderson," she said, "that I should be entertaining an angel unawares!" Then Doris asked Mrs. Austin if she would come to Hastings with her son, in order to be present at the wedding, and this the widow joyfully consented to do, saying: "I would go further than that, miss, to see you married, and so would my Sam. We’ll come to your wedding, if we have to walk every inch of the way." "That’s right," said Bernard; "that’s the right spirit! But you will have to allow me to pay your fare, for you might not arrive in time if you walk the sixty miles or so to Hastings, and I shall be only too pleased to pay your fare."