Louie shook her head, thinking she must wait till Mr. Lansing came, to know what it all meant. These handsome rooms she had not ordered, and this woman, whose attentions were almost obsequious was a puzzle to her. Was there a mistake and had she and her mother been taken for some distinguished and expected guests, and what would the people say, if they knew they were only the widow and daughter of a bankrupt? “I must stay with mother,” she said, “and I don’t believe these rooms were meant for us.” “Yes, they were,” the woman replied, “if you are Mrs. and Miss Grey, from America. The young gentleman was very particular about them. Your cousin, perhaps?” Louie did not answer. Her head was in a whirl, and she felt so dizzy and faint and tired that she made no remonstrance when Mrs. Brown suggested again that she lie down in the next room. “I’ll take the lounge, so as to be ready to get up the moment mother wants me, or Mr. Lansing comes,” she said. She took the lounge, which was so wide and comfortable, and the cushions were so soft, and she was so tired, that she fell into a heavy sleep, from which she did not waken until it was dark, and she heard voices in the next room. Fred Lansing and a stranger were talking together, and the latter, who she guessed was a physician, said: “I hope it is nothing more serious than nervous prostration and extreme exhaustion, caused by severe sea-sickness. After a few days’ rest you can safely take her to London. I will send a good nurse, if you wish it.” They were talking of her mother, she knew, and in a moment she was in the room, looking at Fred Lansing with her great brown eyes full of inquiry and entreaty. “I think this young lady needs some attention,” Fred said, and Louie felt her wrist grasped in a strong hand which held her a moment, while the doctor counted her pulse and studied her face. Then, releasing her, he said, with a laugh: “Needs a good dinner more than anything, and then a good night’s rest. She has youth and health.” He would have liked to have added “beauty,” for Louie’s face stirred even his sixty-year-old heart a little. “She shall have the dinner at once,” Mr. Lansing said, bowing him out, and returning to Louie, who felt that she did not know exactly where she was or why she was there. One fact stood distinctly before her. They could not afford all this luxury. Perhaps Mr. Lansing did not know what had happened, and how poor they were, and she must tell him. “Mr. Lansing,” she began, when he said to her, “We will go to dinner as soon as Brown comes up to stay with your mother.” “Mr. Lansing, I don’t know how you happened to come to meet us. But am so glad you did. I think I was nearly crazy with fright when I met you, and you have been so kind since, but I must tell you. Don’t these rooms cost a great deal of money?” “Why, no; not so very much,” he answered, and she continued: