"Nowhere so far as he can see," Rupert answered evasively, "but I will tell you what I have been thinking as I came home. Of course, once this order, whatever it may be, is taken out, we shall have no more trouble from writs and so forth, and we need not be anxious about the business, but we shall, I fear, want ready money. Of course there will be an allowance to Archie, but we may not be able to get that immediately. Now we had better look this matter in the face. How much money is there in the house?" Dolly put her hand in her pocket and pulled forth her purse, turning its contents out on the table. "I had the June interest from my money on Friday night," she remarked. "For the first time I wrote to ask for it, and I was so thankful it came, as otherwise the wages here could not have been paid yesterday." "Surely, Dolly, you never paid them out of your money?" "Not the whole amount. Lang told me he was five-and-twenty pounds short, so I sent him to town to get the cheque changed, and gave him what he required." "I must see Lang about this the first thing to-morrow," Rupert remarked. "Dolly, give me your money and let me keep it." She gathered up the notes and gold and handed them to him. He counted both over. "Why, Dolly," he said, "there is only thirty pounds left." She laughed, in reply, that frank guileless laugh which never rings out save when a woman has concealed nothing--has nothing she wishes to conceal. "Oh! I paid off such a number of worries yesterday. Of course, had there been enough to get rid of even one of our distinguished visitors, I should have done so, but as there was not, I killed such a host of gnats. See," and going to her desk she produced a perfect packet of receipts. "I am so thankful those little things are settled," she went on, "if I had kept the money it would only have gone somehow--not this 'how,' I am quite certain." "Will nothing teach her common sense?" but even as he thought, Dolly's eyes suddenly uplifted surprised his--her brown eyes looking out from a very white face and a confused mass of dark hair. "What is the matter," she inquired; "of what are you thinking?" "Of you," he answered; "I wish you were more prudent." "I wish I were--perhaps I shall be some day," she said humbly. Thinking of the manner in which she had without question turned her money over to him Rupert felt doubtful. "You had better keep two or three sovereigns," he observed. "I fancy so," she agreed. "There is always money wanting now, and you might not be in the way." He looked at her across the table, and then bent down his head over the notes and gold. Incredible as it may seem, there was something in the woman's face--though she was utterly ignorant of its presence--which touched Rupert's nature to its best and deepest depths, wringing his heart-strings.