But as she listened her face grew paler and paler, and presently she burst into tears, and sobbed so violently that I was alarmed. 'It is nothing,--nothing but joy,' she gasped out at length. 'I could not hear you say that you had seen him, my own Eric, and not be overcome. Oh, Ursula, if I had only been with you!' And she hid her face on my shoulder, and for a little while I could say no more. When she was calmed I finished all that I had to tell, and read her the advertisements, but they seemed to frighten her. 'How dreadful if Etta or Giles should see them!' she said nervously. 'Etta is so clever, she finds out everything. I would not have her read one of them for worlds. Why did you put your name, Ursula?--it is so uncommon.' 'No one will connect me with Jack Poynter. I did not think there would be any risk,' I replied soothingly. 'I put "for Gladys's sake" in the _Daily Telegraph_. You see, we must try to attract his notice.' 'Giles never takes in the _Daily Telegraph_. We have the _Times_ and the _Standard_, and the _Morning Post_ for Etta. Which did you put in the _Standard_?' I repeated the advertisement: 'Jack Poynter's friends believe him dead, and are in great trouble: he is entreated to undeceive them. One word to the old address will be a comfort to his poor sister.' 'That will do,' she answered, in a relieved tone. 'Etta cannot read between the lines there. Oh, Ursula, do you think that Eric will see them?' I assured her that there was no doubt on the subject. All the better class of workmen had access to some club or society, where they saw the leading papers. I thought the _Daily Telegraph_ the most likely to meet his eyes, and should continue to insert an advertisement from time to time. 'We must be patient and wait a little,' I continued. 'Even if our appeals do not reach him, there is every probability that Joe Muggins or one of the other workmen will come across him. We want to find out where Jack Poynter lives. I mean to write to Joe in a few days, and offer him a handsome sum if he can tell me his address.' 'That will be the best plan; but, oh, Ursula, how am I to be patient? To think of my dear boy becoming a common workman! he is poor, then; he wants money. I feel as though I cannot rest, as though I must go to London and look for him myself.' Gladys looked so excited and feverish that I almost repented my confidence. I did all I could to soothe her. 'Surely, dear, it is not so difficult to wait a little, knowing him to be alive and well, as it was to bear that long suspense.' 'Oh, but I never believed him to be dead,' she answered quickly. 'I was very anxious, very unhappy, about him, often miserable, but in my dreams he was always full of life. When I woke up I said to myself, "They are wrong; Eric is in the world somewhere; I shall see him again."' 'Just so; and now with my own eyes I have seen him, evidently in perfect health and in good spirits.'