Janey's heart sickened within her. When had her mother ever relinquished anything if once her indomitable will were set upon it? She felt within herself no force to withstand a second attack. The nurse came in at that moment, a tall, shrewd, capable woman of five-and-thirty, with a certain remnant of haggard good looks. "May Mr. Harry come in to say good-night, milady?" "Yes." She went to the door and admitted a young man. Harry came and stood beside the bed, looking sheepishly at his mother. If his face had not been slightly vacant, the mouth ajar, he would have been beautiful. As it was, people turned in the street to see him pass. He was tall, fair, well grown, with a delightful smile. He smiled now at his mother, and she tried hard to smile back at him, her rigid face twitching a little. "Well, my son! Had you a nice day in Ipswich?" "Yes, mamma." "And I hope you were brave at the dentist's, and that he did not hurt you much?" "Oh no, mamma. He did not hurt me at all." "Not at all?" said his mother, surprised. The nurse stepped forward at once. "Mr. Harry did not have his tooth out, milady." "No," said Harry slowly, looking at the nurse as if he were repeating a lesson, "the tooth was _not_ taken out. It was _not_." "Mr. Milson had been called away," continued the nurse glibly. "Called away," echoed Harry. "Then the expedition was all for nothing?" said Lady Louisa wearily. "Oh _no_, mamma." The nurse intervened once more, and recounted how she had taken Harry to have his hair cut, and to buy some gloves, and to an entertainment of performing dogs, and to tea at Frobisher's. They could have been home earlier, but she knew the carriage was ordered to meet the later train. Harry began to imitate the tricks which the dogs had done, but the nurse peremptorily interrupted him. "Her ladyship's tired, and it's past ten o'clock. You must tell her about the dogs to-morrow." "Yes, to-morrow," echoed Harry, and he kissed his mother, and shuffled towards the door. Janey slipped out with him.