He began to ascend the broad staircase very slowly, his steps being inaudible on the thick soft carpet, and he was about half way up when he became conscious of the soft rustle of a dress, and a faint glow of light passing along the gallery at the head of the stairs. He stopped short on the landing, half startled as, in the centre of that glow, and gradually coming nearer, he saw, standing out plainly from the surrounding darkness, a clearly cut white face, that looked for the moment almost unearthly; but as it came nearer and approached the head of the stairs the half startled feeling gave way to wonder, and then to admiration. "Who is she? What does it mean?" he thought as he noted the eyes glistening in the light shed by the candle, and the quaint white headdress, the only part of the costume seen, the black gown being as it were absorbed by the darkness of the great staircase and landing. The figure came nearer and as she reached the top of the stairs began to descend, holding the candlestick so that it was between her and Alison, and hence she did not see him, where he stood on the landing half way down, till she was close upon him, when she stopped short and raised the light so that it fell upon his face, and they stood gazing at each other. Nurse Elisia was the first to speak, just as she became conscious of Alison's admiring look. "I beg pardon," she said, "would you kindly show me the way to the sick room." "The nurse? You?" cried Alison eagerly. "Yes; I have just come down from town," she said quietly. "Yes, of course," said Alison eagerly. "And you must be tired and faint. Had any dinner? Here, come with me, and I'll show you the way to the dining room." Nurse Elisia hesitated, and at that moment the drawing-room door opened, shedding a flood of light upon the portion of the staircase where they stood, and Neil Elthorne was conscious of a keen pang which for the moment he could not have explained. "Oh, there you are," cried Alison sharply. "This lady does not know the way." Aunt Anne's lips tightened again as she stepped forward majestically. "Will you come this way, nurse, and I'll show you my brother's room," she said; and her dress rustled loudly, as if partaking of its owner's agitation, while she crossed the hall and began to ascend the stairs. Nurse Elisia stood, candle in hand, waiting patiently and gazing at the plump elderly lady approaching her, in profound ignorance of the picturesque, striking aspect she presented as she held up the light whose rays illumined her features.