Having dismissed the vehicle, Hal led Lotte up the gravelled path leading to the door of Mr. Wilton’s new residence, and gave a summons at the door with the hand of one who felt he had a right of _entree_ in that house at any time. He was ushered into the hall promptly. It was his first visit. A glance told him the style in which Mr. Wilton--so recently a humble gold-worker to his uncle’s establishment--had commenced to live. The hall-porter who opened the door turned his inquiring eyes upon the new comers, uncertain whether to be civil or calmly insulting to them. He had yet to learn the description of visitors whom his new master delighted to honour. Hal, sensitive, and restive under suspicion as to his status in society, drew a card from his card-case, and in a very decided tone, which sounded like command, said, as he handed the small piece of thin pasteboard to him-- “You will please to say that I am desirous of seeing Miss Wilton, and that I shall esteem it a favour if she will grant me an interview at once and alone.” The hall-porter instantly summoned a man-servant, dressed in a livery of deep violet hue, and gave him the card and the message. Scarcely a minute elapsed ere the man reappeared, and bade him follow him. Hal pressed the arm of Lotte as he felt her cower by his side, overwhelmed by what her dim eyes beheld, and he led her gently in the direction the man had taken. She tottered, and could hardly find strength to walk. “Courage! courage! Lotte, my good girl: my life for it, you will be tenderly received,” he whispered gently to her. Oh! she was grateful to him for those encouraging words. But all this grandeur! She could have met Flora readily, if she were as she had until now known her, but to come before her--so hapless a wretch as she deemed herself to be--in the midst of all this luxury and wealth, was only a new trial. She said not a word, but she feared her reception; to be pitied and to be patronised now would be to slay her. The man ushered them into a small but elegantly furnished apartment: a lamp burned brightly upon the table. Near to it stood Flora Wilton, dressed as Hal had never seen her before. Her attire was such as a princess might have worn--and with pride, for it was costly in its value, and in its taste unimpeachable. As the light fell full upon her face and form, Hal turned faint. Flora smiled sweetly, and said in a tone musical, half joyous, yet half reproachful-- “I am so glad to see you, Hal!--Mr. Vivian--I--I thought you would have come before; I quite ex----” She paused, for she suddenly perceived Lotte, who had tremblingly shrunk behind Hal, wishing from the depths of her aching heart she had never, never been induced to come here. Hal followed the direction of her eyes, and he said, hastily--