Miss Carr started slightly on seeing my companion, and it seemed to me that she coloured for the moment, but she recovered her composure on the instant, responded to Mr Hallett's salute with a quiet bend of the head, and turned at once to me, talking in a sweet grave way, as if there were no one else present, though Mr Hallett stood close by me, hat in hand. "Antony," she said, laying; her hand upon my shoulder, "I am very glad to see you again. Mr Ruddle tells me that you are striving very hard, and that you have already made a step upwards. Mind, though I do not see you, I always hear how you progress, and, now that you have begun so well, I have no fear for your future. Are you happy and comfortable where you are?" "Oh yes, ma'am," I said, flushing red with pride and pleasure, as I gazed in her face; "and--and I have made such good friends." "Indeed!" she said quickly. "I hope you are careful." "Oh yes, ma'am; Mr Revitts is very good to me, and Mr Hallett, here." Miss Carr turned her face to him for the moment, and once more there was a slight flush upon her cheeks; then she seemed very pale. "I am glad to hear it," she said, in a firm, distinct tone; "and I hope your friend Mr Hallett will remember your unprotected position, and advise you for your good." Mr Hallett was about to speak, but she had turned from him, and now laid her other hand upon my shoulder. "Good-bye, Antony," she said; "you know where I live; come to me if ever you should require help. And mind this, I shall expect you to fight hard and rise. It is no disgrace to be a common workman,"--she glanced hastily, and as if in apology, towards Mr Hallett, as she spoke--"My dead father was but a workman, but he rose to a higher position in life, and I think those who fight the battle well and are self-made, are quite as worthy of honour and respect as those who are born to wealth. Good-bye." I could not speak, but I stood there gazing in her bright animated face, and listened to the sweet grave voice, whose every word seemed to fix itself in my mind. I was only recalled from my dreamy state by those words "good-bye," and the sight of the soft white hand that she held out. It was from no sentimental feeling of politeness that I acted as I did, for I felt moved to my very soul, and the same feelings came over me that had animated me in the past days in my pleasant old home. I loved Miss Carr--loved her with the same sweet wholesome love that, a boy feels towards a tender mother, and my eyes felt suffused, and things looked dim, as with quite a natural effort I took the hand extended to me, kissed it, and held it for a moment against my cheek. Then it seemed to glide from my hold, there was a faint rustle of silken garments over the heath and grass, and Mr Hallett and I were alone.