"I don't mean for always," said Roma. "I am not so in love with independence as to want to leave you unless you drive me to it--for, of course, as Mrs Chancellor delicately observed, I have `literally nothing else to look to.' You are my bread and butter you see, Gertrude--for of course the trifle I have is hardly enough to dress upon; and I assure you I don't want to quarrel with you if I can help it." Gertrude winced a little. "If my father's second wife had been an heiress like his first, things would have been different. No, I didn't mean going away for always--only for a few weeks, till Beauchamp is away again." "He would be sure to suspect the reason, and would be angry," objected Mrs Eyrecourt. "Not he; I could manage it so that neither he nor any one else could suspect the reason. I shall probably be telegraphed for in a few days. I had a letter from my godmother this morning, which paves the way beautifully for a sudden summons. She is a good old soul. I shall write to her at once. Beauchamp is all right for the present. He is trying a new plan with me, and before he discovers its vanity I shall be safe out of his way." "Roma," said Gertrude, penitently, "you are very good and unselfish." "No, I'm not. Neither the one nor the other," said Roma, cheerfully. Her spirits had quite returned to her now that Gertrude was herself again. "Kiss me, Gertrude, and I will forget that you ever doubted me. What's that noise? Some one listening again? It is certainly not I this time." She walked quickly to the window and looked out. The glass door was still ajar, but no one was to be seen. "It must have been my fancy," she said, returning to Mrs Eyrecourt. But just then an unmistakable rustling was heard along the passage. "There is Mrs Chancellor coming back again. I must go before she comes in. You won't tell her any of what we have been talking about, Gertrude? You will not let her know of my having overheard what she said?" "Of course not. How can you ask me, Roma? I shall never mention you to her again at all if I can help it," answered Mrs Eyrecourt, and almost before she had finished speaking, Roma had disappeared through the glass door, only just in time to escape Adelaide's mother, who entered in great tribulation concerning the non-appearance of the flowers from Foster's, ordered for the completion of Miss Chancellor's ball-dress. "What to do, I really don't know, my dear Gertrude," she began in a tone of sore distress. "The whole effect of the dress depends upon them. And we have felt anxious about the dress already. Pink is rather an experiment for Adelaide at a ball, for she does flush, you know, and on this account I have hitherto prohibited it. But she had so set her heart upon it I agreed to try it, and I have been trusting to these flowers--water-lilies, all white, you know--to soften the colour."