What happened in the next moment no one could quite tell; but as the door was torn open there was a mingled cry of “Angel!” and of “Lance!” and the traveller was in his arms, turning the next moment to lift out the frightened little girl, who clung tight round her neck; while Lance held out his hand with, “Dolores! Yes. This is Dolores, Angel, whom you have never seen.” Each knew who the other was in a moment, and clasped hands in greeting, as well as they could with the one, and the other receiving bird-cages, handbags, umbrellas, and rugs from Agatha, whom, however, Lance relieved of them with a courteous, “Miss Prescott! You have come in for the arrival of my Australian sister! What luggage have you?” Wherewith all was absorbed in the recognition of boxes, and therewith a word or two to an old railway official, “My sister Angela.” “Miss Angela! this is an unexpected pleasure!” “Tom Lightfoot! is it you? You are not much altered. Mr. Dane, I should have known you anywhere!” with corresponding shakes of the hand. “Yes, that’s ours. Oh, the birds! There they are! All right! Oh! not the omnibus, Lance! Let the traps go in that! Then Lena will like to stretch her legs, and I must revel in the old street.” Dolores and Agatha felt it advisable to squeeze themselves with the bird-cages into the omnibus, and leave the brother and sister to walk down together, though the little girl still adhered closely to her protector’s hand. “Poor Field’s little one? Yes, of course.” “But tell me! tell me of them all!” “All well! all right! But how—” “The _Mozambique_ was out of coal and had to put in at Falmouth. You know, I came by her because they said the long sea voyage would be best for this child, and it was so long since I had heard of any one that I durst not send anywhere till I knew—and I knew Froggatt’s would be in its own place. Oh! there’s the new hotel! the gas looks just the same! There’s the tower of St. Oswald’s, all shadowy against the sky. Look, Lena! Oh! this is home! I know the lamps. I’ve dreamt of them! Tired, Lena, dear? cold? Shall I carry you?” “No, no; let me!” and he lifted her up, not unwillingly on her part, though she did not speak. “You are a light weight,” he said. “I am afraid so,” answered Angel. “Oh! there’s the bus stopping at Mr. Pratt’s door.” “Mine, now. We have annexed it.” “But let me go in by the dear old shop. The window is as of old, I see. Ernest Lamb! don’t you know me?” as a respectable tradesman came forward. “And Achille, is it? You are as much changed as this old shop is transmogrified! And they are all well? Do you mean Bernard?” “Bernard and Phyllis may come home any day to deposit a child. They lost their boy, and hope to save the elder one. But come, Angel! if you have taken in enough we must go up to those electrical girls. Dolores is come to give a lecture, with the other girl to assist, Miss Prescott.”