He slept long and late that Sunday morning; for he had been too preoccupied for the last few days to make any arrangements for attending chapel with his Matilda, and he was in sore need of repose besides. So he rose just in time to swallow his coffee and array himself carefully for his aunt's early dinner, leaving his two Sunday papers--the theatrical and the general organs--unread on his table. It was a foggy, dull day, and Millman Street, never a cheerful thoroughfare, looked gloomier than ever as he turned into it. But one of those dingy fronts held Matilda--a circumstance which irradiated the entire district for him. He had scarcely time to knock before the door was opened by Matilda in person. She looked more charming than ever, in a neat dark dress, with a little white collar and cuffs. Her hair was arranged in a new fashion, being banded by a neat braided tress across the crown; and her grey eyes, usually serene and cold, were bright and eager. The hairdresser felt his heart swell with love at the sight of her. What a lucky man he was, after all, to have such a girl as this to care for him! If he could keep her--ah, if he could only keep her! "I told your aunt _I_ was going to open the door to you," she said. "I wanted----Oh, Leander, you've not brought it, after all!" "Meaning what, Tillie, my darling?" said Leander. "Oh, you know--my cloak!" He had had so much to think about that he had really forgotten the cloak of late. "Well, no, I've not brought that--not the cloak, Tillie," he said slowly. "What a time they are about it!" complained Matilda. "You see," explained the poor man, "when a cloak like that is damaged, it has to be sent back to the manufacturers to be done, and they've so many things on their hands. I couldn't promise that you'll have that cloak--well, not this side of Christmas, at least." "You must have been very rough with it, then, Leander," she remarked. "I was," he said. "I don't know how I came to _be_ so rough. You see, I was trying to tear it off----" But here he stopped. "Trying to tear it off what?" "Trying to tear it off nothink, but trying to tear the wrapper off _it_. It was so involved," he added, "with string and paper and that; and I'm a clumsy, unlucky sort of chap, sweet one; and I'm uncommon sorry about it, that I am!" "Well, we won't say any more about it," said Matilda, softened by his contrition. "And I'm keeping you out in the passage all this time. Come in, and be introduced to mamma; she's in the front parlour, waiting to make your acquaintance." Mrs. Collum was a stout lady, with a thin voice. She struck a nameless fear into Leander's soul as he was led up to where she sat. He thought that she contained all the promise of a very terrible mother-in-law. [Illustration: SHE STRUCK A NAMELESS FEAR INTO LEANDER'S SOUL.] "This is Leander, mamma dear," said Matilda, shyly and yet proudly.