The next morning, as they were sitting at breakfast, the postman dropped a letter into the letter-box, and Bernard, upon going to the door to fetch it, discovered that it was addressed to himself. Bringing the letter into the room he looked at the envelope curiously, and perceived that it bore the impression, "London, City & Midland Banking Company, Ltd," whilst the postmark was Doncaster. "Why, what’s this?" he said, and then, opening it wonderingly, found that it was an official intimation from the Doncaster branch of the London, City & Midland Bank, saying that the sum of twenty-five thousand pounds had been placed there to his credit. The young man put his hand to his brow in great bewilderment. What did it mean? Mechanically he handed the document to his mother, saying, "Look at this. What does it mean?" Mrs. Cameron fumbled about for her spectacles, found them, could not see through them, shook her head, and, handing the document to Doris, remarked, "You read it, Doris. What does it mean?" Doris read aloud the printed and written words, which stated that the bank had received twenty-five thousand pounds, and placed the money to the credit of Bernard Cameron. "Twenty-five thousand pounds!" cried Mrs. Cameron, excitedly. "Why, some one has restored your fortune to you, Bernard!" Bernard was amazed and glad. "Who can have paid the money in?" questioned Doris. "You will have to go to Doncaster to the bank, to see the manager, and ascertain who it is," said Mrs. Cameron. "Yes," Bernard agreed, still looking very mystified. "It may be some mistake of the bank’s," suggested Mrs. Cameron. "It is dated all right for yesterday." They were still wondering and conjecturing about the matter, when the sound of a carriage driving up to the door, followed by a loud peal of the door-bell, startled them. Bernard went to the door, and, upon opening it, perceived, to his intense astonishment, his wife’s father. "Is Mr. Cameron in?" began the visitor, and then, recognising Bernard, he cried, "Bernard! My dear fellow, I _am glad_ you are at home." "Mr. Anderson!" exclaimed Bernard. "Mr. Anderson _here_!" "Father! Father!" cried Doris, overhearing Bernard’s greeting, and running into her father’s arms. "My dear father!" Forgotten were all his shortcomings, his desertion of herself and appropriation of Bernard’s money, forgotten was everything except love in that glad moment of reunion. "Where is mother?" asked Doris, kissing him again and again. "In the cab, there." He waved his hand towards the vehicle, out of which Mrs. Anderson was leaning forward, in the endeavour to obtain a glimpse of her child. Doris ran to the cab, and disappeared within it, as there only could she have her beloved mother entirely to herself for a few moments. Mr. Anderson signed to the cabman to wait for a little while, and then went into the house with Bernard, asking, "Are you alone? Or is your mother within?"