They knew they must not delay one another, and parted; Julius walking homewards by the Hall, where, alas! there was only one of the family able to move about the house, and she seldom left her patient. Julius did, however, find her coming down-stairs with Dr. Worth, and little as he gathered that was reassuring in the physician's words, there was a wistful moisture about her eyes, a look altogether of having a bird in her bosom, which made him say, as the doctor hurried off, "Anne, some one must be better." "Cecil is," she said; and he had nearly answered, "_only_ Cecil," but her eyes brimmed over suddenly, and she said, "I am so thankful!" "Miles!" he exclaimed. She handed him a telegram. The Salamanca was at Spithead; Miles telegraphed to her to join him. "Miles come! Thank God! Does mother know?" "Hush! no one does," and with a heaving breast she added, "I answered that I could not, and why, and that he must not come." "No, I suppose he must not till he is free of his ship. My poor Anne!" "Oh no! I know he is safe. I am glad! But the knowledge would tear your mother to pieces." "Her soul is in Raymond now, and to be certain of Miles being at hand would be an unspeakable relief to him. Come and tell them." "No, no, I can't!" she cried, with a sudden gush of emotion sweeping over her features, subdued instantly, but showing what it was to her. "You do it. Only don't let them bring him here." And Anne flew to her fastness in Frank's attic, while Julius repaired to Raymond's room, and found him as usual lying tranquil, with his mother's chair so near that she could hand him the cool fruit or drink, or ring to summon other help. Their time together seemed to both a rest, and Julius always liked to look at their peaceful faces, after the numerous painful scenes he had to encounter. Raymond, too, was clinging to him, to his ministrations and his talk, as to nothing else save his mother. Raymond had always been upright and conscientious, but his religion had been chiefly duty and obligation, and it was only now that comfort or peace seemed to be growing out of it for him. As he looked up at his brother, he too saw the involuntary brightness that the tidings had produced, and said, "Is any one else better, Julius? I know Terry is; I am so glad for Rose." "I asked Anne the same question," said Julius. "Mother, you will be more glad than tantalized. The Salamanca is come in." Raymond made an inarticulate sound of infinite relief. His mother exclaimed, "He must not come here! But Frankie could not spare Anne to him. What will she do?" "She will stay bravely by Frank," said Julius. "We must all wait till the ship is paid off." "Of course," said Raymond. "If she can rejoice that he is out of danger, we will; I am content to know him near. It makes all much easier. And, mother, he will find all ready to own what a priceless treasure he sent before him in his wife."