They remained in conversation until evening fell. Mr. Manners had received Kingsley's address, and the two men were standing at the door of the doctor's shop when an elderly man and a young girl passed. In the elderly man Mr. Manners recognized Mr. Loveday, Nansie's uncle, who had once paid him a visit in his grand mansion. But it was the girl who chiefly attracted him. Her sweet face, her gentle bearing, impressed him, but more than all was he impressed by a likeness which caused his heart to beat more quickly. It was a likeness to his son. Dr. Perriera glanced at Mr. Manners, and called the girl, who, with her companion, paused to say a word or two. "Is your mother well?" asked the doctor. "Quite well, thank you," replied the girl. "And your father?" "Quite well." "How is business, Mr. Loveday?" "So-so," said the old book-man. "I can't compete very well with the youngsters. Their brazen voices beat me." He said this quite good-humoredly. "We must make way for the young," observed the doctor. "Yes, yes; but the necessity of living is upon the old as well." "Are you going home now?" "Yes," said the girl, answering for her uncle. "We have been to see the new shop." "Whose?" "Timothy Chance's." She laughed kindly as she spoke the name. "See," said Mr. Loveday, opening a small parcel he held in his hand, "we've been making a purchase there." What he disclosed to view was half a cooked fowl. Dr. Perriera appeared to be greatly interested in this simple food. "How much did you pay for it?" "One and four." "That is cheap. A fat fowl, too." "Yes. The shop is crowded; people are buying like wildfire. Timothy will make a fortune." "He has pretty well made one already. Sharp fellow, Timothy Chance, and a worthy fellow, too." The girl nodded, and Mr. Loveday observed: "He is just the same as ever. Not a bit altered. Never forgets old friends, and never will forget them. That come-by-chance waif is of the right mettle. He is with Nansie now. We are going to see him. Come along, Hester." "Can you guess who that young lady is?" asked Dr. Perriera of Mr. Manners. "I am almost afraid to guess. Tell me." "Your grandchild. Have you never seen her before?" "Never." "If I had a daughter," said Dr. Perriera, "I should esteem it a great blessing if she were like Hester Manners. She has all the virtues of her mother, all the simplicity and nobility which distinguish her father. She has been trained in the right school. I regard it as an honor that I am privileged to call myself her friend. Do you wish to proceed at once to your son's poor dwelling?" "I would prefer to see him alone. This friend whom my grandchild spoke of is there; I will wait awhile." "It will be best, perhaps. My place is at your service. If it accords with your desire you can remain here, and I will bring your son to you." "I thank you," said Mr. Manners, "and accept your kind offer."