'Our district is not all London, my dear lady,' said Mr. Woodseer. 'Good hearts are here, as elsewhere, and as many, if one looks behind the dirt. I have found it since I laboured amongst them, now twenty years. Unwashed human nature, though it is natural to us to wash, is the most human, we find.' Gower questioned the naturalness of human nature's desire to wash; and they wrangled good-humouredly, Carinthia's eyes dwelling on them each in turn; until Mr. Woodseer, pursuing the theme started by him to interest her, spoke of consolations derived from his labours here, in exchange for the loss of his mountains. Her face lightened. 'You love the mountains?' 'I am a son of the mountains.' 'Ah, I love them! Father called me a daughter of the mountains. I was born in the mountains. I was leaving my mountains on the day, I think it yesterday, when I met this gentleman who is your son.' 'A glorious day it was!' Gower exclaimed. 'It was a day of great glory for me,' said Carinthia. 'Your foot did not pain you for long?' 'The length of two pipes. You were with your brother.' 'With my brother. My brother has married a most beautiful lady. He is now travelling his happy time--my Chillon !' There came a radiance on her under-eyelids. There was no weeping. Struck by the contrast between the two simultaneous honeymoons, and a vision of the high-spirited mountain girl, seen in this place a young bride seeking her husband, Gower Woodseer could have performed that unphilosophical part. He had to shake himself. She seemed really a soaring bird brought down by the fowler. Lord Fleetwood's manner of abandoning her was the mystery. Gower stood waiting for her initiative, when the minister interposed: 'There are books, books of our titled people-the Peers, books of the Peerage. They would supply the address. My son will discover where to examine them. He will find the address. Most of the great noblemen have a London house.' 'My husband has a house in London,' Carinthia said. 'I know him, to some degree,' said Gower. She remarked: 'I have heard that you do.' Her lips were shut, as to any hint at his treatment of her. Gower went into the shop to speak with Madge. The girl was talking in the business tone to customers; she finished her commission hurriedly and joined him on the pavement by the doorstep. Her voice was like the change for the swing of a door from street to temple.