The wind and darkness were not favorable to conversation, and only once did he break the silence. “Is there any one who would be likely to remember--me--where we are going?” he asked, in a lull of the storm. Miss Boutelle uncovered enough of her face to glance at him curiously. “Hardly! You know the children came here from the No'th after your mother's death, while you were in California.” “Of course,” returned Bob hurriedly; “I was only thinking--you know that some of my old friends might have called,” and then collapsed into silence. After a pause a voice came icily, although under the furs: “Perhaps you'd prefer that your arrival be kept secret from the public? But they seem to have already recognized you at the hotel from your inquiry about Ricketts, and the photograph Jimmy had already shown them two weeks ago.” Bob remembered the clerk's familiar manner and the omission to ask him to register. “But it need go no further, if you like,” she added, with a slight return of her previous scorn. “I've no reason for keeping it secret,” said Bob stoutly. No other words were exchanged until the sleigh drew up before a plain wooden house in the suburbs of the town. Bob could see at a glance that it represented the income of some careful artisan or small shopkeeper, and that it promised little for an invalid's luxurious comfort. They were ushered into a chilly sitting-room and Miss Boutelle ran upstairs with Jimmy to prepare the invalid for Bob's appearance. He noticed that a word dropped by the woman who opened the door made the young girl's face grave again, and paled the color that the storm had buffeted to her cheek. He noticed also that these plain surroundings seemed only to enhance her own superiority, and that the woman treated her with a deference in odd contrast to the ill-concealed disfavor with which she regarded him. Strangely enough, this latter fact was a relief to his conscience. It would have been terrible to have received their kindness under false pretenses; to take their just blame of the man he personated seemed to mitigate the deceit.