"No harm has come to him, ma'am, though there might have been, but it is all right now," answered Susan. "We were going on, Master Harry skipping and playing in front of me, when I saw a carriage coming along the road very fast. I ran on to catch hold of him, but he darted away just under the horses' feet. I screamed out, and the coachman pulled up. An old lady was in the carriage, and putting her head out of the window she asked what was the matter? Seeing the little boy, she wanted to know whose child he was. When I told her, she ordered the footman to lift him into the carriage. She looked at his face as if she was reading a book, then she kissed him and sat him down by her side. I begged the lady to let me have him again, as I wanted to come home. `No,' she said, `go and tell your mistress that his grandmother has taken him with her, that she is pleased with his looks, and must take him for a short time.' I knew, ma'am, that you would be vexed, and I begged the lady again and again to let me have him, but she answered that he must go with her, and that it would be better for him in the end." Poor Mrs. Tryon had been listening with breathless eagerness to this account of the nursemaid's. Leaning on the girl's arm, she tottered back to the house, scarcely knowing whether or not she ought to be thankful that the boy had been seen by his grandmother. One thing she knew, she longed to press him to her own bosom. She felt, however, weak and ill. While yet undecided how to act, Dr. Jessop's carriage drove up to the gate. As he entered the house, she was seized with a fit of coughing, followed by excessive weakness. As she was leaning back in the arm-chair, the doctor felt her pulse. As soon as she could speak she told him what had happened. He looked very grave. "My dear madam," he said, "I am sorry that her ladyship has carried off the little boy. If you will give me authority, I will drive on and bring him back to you. An old friend of yours has come down to this neighbourhood, and he wishes to see Harry. He has heard that you are ill, and desires to know from your own lips your wishes with regard to your boy." "What do you mean, doctor?" asked the dying lady, looking up with an inquiring glance at the doctor's face. "The child is so young that I should not wish to part from him for some years to come." "My dear lady," said Dr. Jessop, solemnly, "the lives of all of us are in God's hands. You are suffering from a serious complaint. It would be cruel in me not to warn you that you are in considerable danger." "Do you mean to say I'm going to die, doctor--that I must part from my boy?" gasped out poor Fanny, in a faint voice.