When at last the concert was over, Elizabeth and her "young man" found themselves once more navigating a slow course together through a crowd. Mrs. Duff-Scott, with Mr. Westmoreland and Eleanor, moved off in advance; Mr. Smith offered his arm to Patty and followed; and so, by the favour of fate and circumstances, the remaining pair were left with no choice but to accompany each other. "Wait a moment," said Mr. Yelverton, as she stepped out from her seat, taking her shawl--a soft white Rampore chuddah, that was the fairy godmother's latest gift--from her arms. "You will feel it cold in the passages." She stood still obediently, and he put the shawl over her shoulders and folded one end of it lightly round her throat. Then he held his arm, and her hand was drawn closely to his side; and so they set forth towards the door, having put a dozen yards between themselves and the rest of their party. "You are living with Mrs. Duff-Scott, are you not?" he asked abruptly. "Not quite that," she replied. "Mrs. Duff-Scott would like us to be there always, but we think it better to be at home sometimes." "Yes--I should think it is better," he replied. "But we are with her very often--nearly every day," she added. "Shall you be there to-morrow?" he asked, not looking at her. "Shall I see you there in the evening?" "I think so," she replied rather unsteadily. And, after a little while, she felt emboldened to ask a few questions of him. "Are you really only making a flying visit to Australia, Mr. Yelverton?" "I had intended that it should be very short," he said; "but I shall not go away quite yet." "You have many interests at home--to call you back?" she ventured to say, with a little timidity about touching on his private affairs. "Yes. You are thinking of what Westmoreland said? He is a scoffer--he doesn't understand. You mustn't mind what he says. But I should like," he added, as they drew near the door and saw Mrs. Duff-Scott looking back for them, "I should very much like to tell you something about it myself. I think--I feel sure--it would interest you. Perhaps I may have an opportunity to-morrow night." Here Mrs. Duff-Scott's emissary, Mr. Smith, who had been sent back to his duty, claimed Elizabeth on her chaperon's behalf. She and her lover had no time to say anything more, except good-night. But that good-night--and their anticipations--satisfied them. On reaching Mrs. Duff-Scott's house, where the girls were to sleep, they found the major awaiting their return, and were hospitably invited--along with Mr. Westmoreland, who had been allowed to "see them safely home," on the box-seat of the carriage--into the library, where they found a bright little fire in the grate, and refreshments on the table. The little man, apparently, was as paternal in his dispositions towards the orphans as his wife could desire, and was becoming quite weaned from his bad club habits under the influence of his new domestic ties.