"He looked at me," she whispered, "he looked at me just like he looked at him that night when I peeped through the window—just every bit as kind. "See-saw Margery Daw, Jenny has got a new master." *CHAPTER VIII* *JANE-ANNE ASSISTS PROVIDENCE* "To be sick is to enjoy monarchial Prerogatives." _Elia_. The doctor was Mrs. Methuen’s doctor, and she had told him something of Mrs. Dew and his little patient; of how that worthy woman had given up place after place in the last five years that she might keep "an ’ome" for her orphaned niece; of how Jane-Anne was born in Athens and brought to London when she was a baby; of the modest, beautiful lady’s maid, her mother, and the brilliant irresponsible young journalist, her father, so that he felt a kindly interest in his excitable little patient, and was sympathetically glad that "an ’ome" had been found for aunt and niece that seemed to promise rooted comfort and stability for both of them. Therefore, when, on the morning fixed for Jane-Anne’s removal to Holywell, he came to sanction or forbid that removal, he refrained from taking her temperature and said that the child could go. Whereupon Jane-Anne’s strength was increased tenfold, so that when she was dressed she walked across the room by herself, and sat in a chair by the window while the nurse packed her yellow tin trunk. Then came the great, the tremendous moment when the fly stood before the door, and the strong young nurse carried her downstairs and placed her in it, with a cushion for her back and a rug sent by Mr. Wycherly over her knees. The drive passed like a brilliant dream. The men were up and the busy streets were full of bustling life and youthful jollity. Jane-Anne sat forward in her seat, the wavering colour vivid in her cheeks, and even the inverted pie-dish could not wholly shadow the bright gaiety of her eyes. All too soon it was over and they stopped before the archway in Holywell where Mrs. Dew was waiting to help her niece in at the side-door. It seemed a little hard to be hustled up to her aunt’s room and there and then undressed and put to bed—a tame ending to so thrilling an experience; but once between the sheets Jane-Anne discovered that she was unaccountably and extraordinarily tired. She meekly drank the egg beaten up in warm milk that her aunt brought her, lay back on the pillow, and at once fell fast asleep. Since term began Edmund had been exceedingly busy. Never before had he seen so many young men gathered together. Hitherto his acquaintance had lain almost exclusively among elderly persons or boys of his own age. To be sure there were two youngish masters at his preparatory school, but the mere fact that they were masters set them on a distant and undesirable plane for Edmund.