"She is here. This is her house still," answered Bernard, leading the way into the dining-room, where Mrs. Cameron stood, very erect, and looking extremely grave. Mr. Anderson bowed without making the attempt to shake hands, indeed she had placed hers behind her with a very significant gesture. "I have to thank you, Mrs. Cameron," said the barrister, "and your son, for your exceeding clemency in not prosecuting me for my terrible defalcations more than a year ago, and I must explain how it was that I lost your son’s money, and how it is that I have been able yesterday to place the whole amount in the Doncaster branch of the London, City & Midland Banking Co. for him. Have you had an intimation of this money being placed in the bank to your credit, Bernard?" he asked the young man. "Yes. This morning. I could not understand who placed it there. I am glad it was you. Oh, Mr. Anderson, I am _very glad_!" Bernard seized the elder man’s hand, and shook it with warmth. "I feel inclined to throw up my cap and shout ’Hurrah!’" he continued, boyishly, "for I am so delighted for your sake and for Doris’s!" "Well, it’s a good thing you’ve done it," said Mrs. Cameron. "I must say I’m surprised--I never thought you would. What are you nudging me for, Bernard?" she asked, rather crossly. "You know very well that I always say what is in my mind. And I must tell you, Mr. Anderson," she continued, "that it’s not me you have to thank for not being prosecuted. I was determined to set the whole machinery of the law to work--I was so mad with you--but Bernard would not have it. He would not raise a finger against you--no, not though I turned him out of my house for his stupidity, as I thought it then, though it seems to have answered well," she admitted. "Bernard," said Mr. Anderson, looking gratefully at him, "my dear boy, how can I thank you enough? What you must have borne for me!" "I’m afraid I thought most of Doris," said Bernard, honestly. "It would never have done for me to have brought disgrace and trouble upon her family."