"It is a matter of no consequence," Mr. Southwode rejoined. And he presently after took his leave. A moment's silence followed his departure. "There was no need to tell him you did not know the post-office town," said Mrs. Busby. "That was as much as to say, you never write." "What should I write for?" returned Antoinette defiantly. "Mamma! was that all he came for? to ask about Rotha?" "All that he came here for," said Mrs. Busby, with lines in her brow and a compressed mouth. "I wish you had not told him where Rotha went to school, either." "Why?" "Just as well not to say it." "But what harm? He could ask, if he wanted to know; and then you would have to tell. What does he want her address for?" "I don't know; but I can manage that, well enough. He knows nothing about Tanfield." "Mamma! I wish Rotha had never come to us!" cried Antoinette with tears in her eyes. "Don't be foolish, Antoinette. Mr. Southwode will be here again in a day or two; and then leave things to me." Mr. Southwode meantime walked slowly and thoughtfully to the corner of the street. By that time his manner changed; and he hailed a horse car and sprang into it like a man who was suffering from no indecision in either his views or purposes. Oddly enough, the very name which Antoinette had comforted herself with thinking he did not know, had suddenly occurred to him, together with a long-ago proposition of Mrs. Busby to her sister in the latter's time of need. He had pretty well made up his mind. Half an hour later Mr. Southwode was announced to Mrs. Mowbray. Mrs. Mowbray recollected him; she never forgot anybody, or failed to catalogue anybody rightly in the vast collections and stores of her memory. She received Mr. Southwode therefore with the gracious courtesy and dignity which was habitual with her, and with the full measure also of her usual reserve and quick observation. After a few commonplaces respecting his absence and his return, Mr. Southwode begged to ask if Mrs. Busby's niece, Miss Carpenter, were in her house or school? "Miss Carpenter is not with me," Mrs. Mowbray answered guardedly. "But she has been with you, if I understand aright?" "She has been with me until lately." "Are you informed that she will not return?" "By no means! I am expecting to see her or hear from her every day. O by no means. Miss Carpenter ought to remain with me several years yet. I shall be much disappointed if she do not. It is one great mistake of parents now-a-days, that they do not give me time enough. The first two or three years can but lay a foundation, on which to build afterwards." "May I ask, if the foundation has been successfully laid in Miss Carpenter's case? I am interested to know; because Mrs. Carpenter when she died left her child to my care; and I hold myself responsible for what concerns her." Mrs. Mowbray hesitated slightly. "Where was Mrs. Busby?" she asked then.