As the cab quitted the square, Alison shrank back on perceiving Sir Jasper Dehorsey (or 'Captain Smith,' as she supposed him to be) ambling his horse slowly along, and watching--as she had before known him to do--the windows of the house she had just quitted for ever; and this incident, with the memory of Cadbury's cruel and cowardly letter, filled her heart with horror, bitterness, and dismay. She felt so well-nigh penniless and helpless, too. The summer sunshine was in all its brightness and glory, but Alison felt as if a mist surrounded her, and as if the surging of great waters was in her ears, and she feared that she might faint. Almost at the same moment she quitted Pembridge Square, Bevil Goring entered it to leave his card, like a well-bred man, on the De Jobbyns family, whom he devoutly hoped to find 'not at home.' Indeed, he selected the time when he knew that the mother and daughter were generally 'hairing' themselves, as they called it, in the Row, and as he drew near the house he came suddenly upon a well-known form and figure. 'What, Archie! faithful old Archie Auchindoir--you here!' he exclaimed, as he shook the old man's hand with ardour. 'Can it be you?' 'By my certie it is, sir,' replied Archie, 'and pleased I am to see a kent face in this unco human wilderness o' brick wa's.' 'And what are you doing here now that poor Sir Ranald is dead?' 'Just what he wad hae dune--watching owre missie, sir.' 'And where is she, Archie--where is she?' 'Where her forbears wad little like to see her.' 'How--where--what?' asked Goring, impetuously. 'Governess to some brats in the square up bye.' 'What square?' 'Paimbrig Square,' replied Archie, adapting the name to his own vernacular. 'And whose children?' 'A Mrs. De Jobbyns she ca's hersel',' replied Archie, with a contemptuous smirk on his wrinkled visage. 'My God!' exclaimed Goring, growing red and pale alternately; 'my darling reduced to this, and all unknown to me! When came this about?' 'A week or two after the master gaed to his lang hame, sir. Puir Sir Ranald!' said Archie, with a break in his voice; 'after a' he had possest and tint, a kist and a sheet was a' he needed in the lang rin.' 'And you have been watching over her, you say?' asked Goring, again taking the old man's hand in his own. 'I had a wee pickle siller saved, and I thought--I thought--but never mind; a' the men in the Mearns can do nae mair than they may.' 'And she is in Pembridge Square now?' 'Yes, sir.' He slipped a card with his address into Archie's hand, and hurried to the house, where the startling ring he gave the bell brought an indignant housemaid to the door speedily as a genii of the Lamp. 'Mrs. and Miss De Jobbyns,' she answered, 'was not at home, having just driven off to the park.' 'Thank heaven!--and Miss Cheyne!' 'The governess?' 'Yes--yes--is she at home?'