Lizzie, always watchful, was very ready to let me hear that she was close at hand. The moment she heard me open my own room-door, she began to move about in the back apartment where she kept watch over baby, and I do believe it was only by dint of strong self-denial that she did not burst in upon me at once. I can’t fancy what she thought would happen if I “gave way.” It must have taken some very terrible shape to her fancy. After I had my moment of repose, I went to baby’s room. He was asleep like a little cherub in Mrs. Goldsworthy’s old wicker-work cradle, which I had trimmed with chintz for him; and Lizzie sat by the table working, but looking up at me with her sharp suspicious eyes--sidelong inquisitive looks, full of doubts of my fortitude, and anxiety for me. It was all affection, poor child. When one has affectionate creatures about one, it is impossible to be hard or shut one’s self up. I had no choice but to stop and tell Lizzie about my new friend. “Oh, it was thon leddy was at the muckle gates, and warned us away for the kingcough,” cried Lizzie; “I minded her the very moment at the door. I was sure as could be from the first look that it was some friend.” “Some friend,” in Lizzie’s language meant some relation. I asked in wonder, “Why?” But Lizzie could not explain why; it was one of those unreasonable impressions which are either instinctively prophetic, or which are adopted unconsciously after the event has proved them true. “But you were never slow where help was needed or comfort,” said Lizzie, dropping her eyes and ashamed of her own compliment; “and I kent there was somebody to be sent to comfort _you_; and wha could it be but a friend? For naebody could take you like the way you took me.” I suppose Lizzie’s view of things, being the simplest, had power over me. I was struck by this way of regarding it. Perhaps I had not just been thinking of what was _sent_. I felt as if that tight binding over my heart relaxed a little. Ah! so well as the Sender knew all about it--all my loneliness, dismay, and troubles; all my Harry’s risks and dangers; all our life beyond--inscrutable dread life which I dared not attempt to look at--and everything that was in it. I held my breath, and was silent in this wide world that opened out to me through Lizzie’s words. “And eh, mem,” cried Lizzie, opening her eyes wide, “I was sent for down the stair.” “Where?” cried I in astonishment.