It was a most moving argument; but it distracted Mrs Atheling’s attention almost as much as that of her daughters, for the hamper doubtless contained something else than flowers. Mamma, however, remained decorously with her guest, despite the risk of breakage to the precious country eggs; and the girls, partly deceived, partly suspecting their visitor’s motive, obeyed her injunction, and hastened away. Then Miss Rivers caught Mrs Atheling by the sleeve, and drew her close towards her. “Have you heard from your boy?” said Miss Anastasia. “No,” said Mrs Atheling with a sudden momentary alarm, “not for a week--has anything happened to Charlie?” “Nonsense--what could happen to him?” cried the old lady, with a little impatience, “here is a note I had this morning--read it--he is coming home.” Mrs Atheling took the letter with great eagerness. It was a very brief one:-- MADAM,--I have come to it at last--suddenly. I have only time to tell you so. I shall leave to-day with an important witness. I have not even had leisure to write to my mother; but will push on to the Priory whenever I have bestowed my witness safely in Bellevue. In great haste.--Your obedient servant, C. ATHELING. Charlie’s mother trembled all over with agitation and joy. She had to grasp by the mantel-shelf to keep herself quite steady. She exclaimed, “My own boy!” half-crying and wholly exultant, and would have liked to have hurried out forthwith upon the road and met him half-way, had that been possible. She kept the letter in her hand looking at it, and quite forgetting that it belonged to Miss Anastasia. He had justified the trust put in him--he had crowned himself with honour--he was coming home! Not much wonder that the good mother was weeping-ripe, and could have sobbed aloud for very joy. “Ay,” said Miss Anastasia, with something like a sigh, “you’re a rich woman. I have not rested since this came to me, nor can I rest till I hear all your boy has to say.” At this moment Mrs Atheling started with a little alarm, catching from the window a glimpse of the coach, with its two horses and its antiquated coachman, slowly turning round and driving away. Miss Anastasia followed her glance with a subdued smile. “Do you mean then to--to stay in London, Miss Rivers?” asked Mrs Atheling. “Tut! the boy will be home directly--to-night,” said Miss Anastasia; “I meant to wait here until he came.” Mrs Atheling started again in great and evident perturbation. You could perceive that she repeated “to wait _here_!” within herself with a great many points of admiration; but she was too well-bred to express her dismay. She cast, however, an embarrassed look round her, said she should be very proud, and Miss Rivers would do them honour, but she was afraid the accommodation was not equal--and here Mrs Atheling paused much distressed.