“We only came for a few hours,” he told her. “But I have good news for you, Juliet, unless you know already. Mr. Saunders has found out some of your friends. They are going to look after you properly, and you will not be alone any more.” “What time are you going?” she asked. “Silly child,” he answered, giving her hand a shake. “Listen to what I am telling you. You are going to have friends to look after you always. Aren’t you glad?” “No, I am not glad,” she answered passionately. “I don’t want to go away. I am--lonely.” Her arms suddenly sought his neck, and her face was buried on his shoulder. He soothed her as well as he could. “I must go, little girl,” he said, “for I am off to America almost at once. As soon as I can after I come back, I will come and see you.” “You have only been here one day,” she sobbed. “I would stay if I could, dear,” Aynesworth answered. “Come, dry those eyes and be a brave girl. Think how nice it will be to go and live with people who will take care of you properly, and be fond of you. Why, you may have a pony, and all sorts of nice things.” “I don’t want a pony,” she answered, hanging on his arm. “I don’t want to go away. I want to stay here--and wait till you come back.” He laughed. “Why, when I come back, little woman,” he answered, “you will be almost grown up. Come, dry your eyes now, and I tell you what we will do. You shall come back with me to breakfast, and then drive up to the station and see us off.” “I should like to come,” she whispered, “but I am afraid of the other gentleman.” “Very likely we sha’n’t see him,” Aynesworth answered. “If we do, he won’t hurt you.” “I don’t like his face!” she persisted. “Well, we won’t look at it,” Aynesworth answered. “But breakfast we must have!” They were half way through the meal, and Juliet had quite recovered her spirits when Wingrave entered. He looked at the two with impassive face, and took his place at the table. He wished the child “Good morning” carelessly, but made no remark as to her presence there. “I have just been telling Juliet some good news,” Aynesworth remarked. “I went to see Mr. Saunders, the Vicar here, last night, and he has found out some of her father’s friends. They are going to look after her.” Wingrave showed no interest in the information. But a moment later he addressed Juliet for the first time. “Are you glad that you are going away from Tredowen?” he asked. “I am very, very sorry,” she answered, the tears gathering once more in her eyes. “But you want to go to school, don’t you, and see other girls?” he asked. She shook her head decidedly. “It will break my heart,” she said quietly, “to leave Tredowen. I think that if I have to go away from the pictures and the garden, and the sea, I shall never be happy any more.”