“Now that I cannot walk I take a great deal of pleasure in having all my pretty things about me. If you ever should be in such a position--which I trust may never be the case--you will understand what a pleasure it is to have bright surroundings. What, going? It is really quite dark. You must let Geoffrey get a cab for you. Geoffrey, go, dear, and look for a cab.” Grace had got up with an irrestrainable impulse. She came forward a step with her hands tightly clasped. “It is not that we are going,” she said. “It is that I must talk to you about the thing that brought us here. I--I--do not know your name--except Miss Anna, as the maid said. Oh, will you please for a moment listen to me? The last night my father was well, before he took his illness, he was, so far as we can tell, here. We found your address among his papers; and he went out and left us for a long time that afternoon saying he was going to see old friends. We cannot think of any other interpretation; we feel sure that he must have been here. If you are our dearest father’s friend--anything to him--we should like--to know you,” said Grace, once more unconsciously clasping her hands. “We do not want anything from--we only want to know you, if you were dear papa’s friend.” There was another pause, for the fervour of strong emotion with which the girl spoke, her clasped hands and wet eyes, impressed even the vigilant woman who was prepared for everything. It required a moment’s resolution even on her part before she could crush the hopes of the young forlorn creature who thus appealed to her. She made a pause, and drew a long breath. Then she said, “Who was your father? You forget that I know nothing about him----” “Robert Leonard Yorke,” said Grace. The familiar dear name almost overcame her courage, but she held herself up by main force with her hands clasped. “There is nobody better known where we come from--Robert Leonard Yorke, of Quebec----” “My dear young lady,” said Miss Anna--and she sank back in her chair with a certain relief--a relaxation of the strain with which she had kept herself up to be ready for any emergency, which was not lost upon her nephew at least--“you have made some mistake. I never heard the name in my life. I never knew any one, or, to my knowledge, saw any one of that name.” “A fortnight ago, on Tuesday: and it rained very much in the evening,” Grace said eagerly. “He told us he could not get a cab, it was so far out of town; and he got very wet.” “He caught cold--and it was that--it was that----” Milly added her contribution to what her sister said: but her voice broke, and she could not conclude her sentence.