"From what you read?" cried Harry. "Read where?" A new light shone in the father's face. "In some paragraphs I once stumbled across in some paper--I have them in my pocket at this moment!" said he. "Did you suppose I never saw your name in the papers, Harry? It has been my one link with you both. I saw it first by accident, and ever since I have searched for it, and sent for everything I could hear of that had your name to it. So I have always had good news of you; and sometimes between the lines I have thought I read good news of your mother too. God bless you ... God bless you ... for working for her ... and taking my place." * * * * * The old servant wept over her old master as though her heart would break with gladness. Her breakfast was a sorry thing, but no sooner was it on the table than she was sent down for a hansom, and she was still whistling when the gentlemen rushed after her and flew to find one for themselves. It was ten minutes to eight, and their train left Victoria at ten minutes past. Mrs. Ringrose was reading quietly in her room--reading some proof-sheets which Harry had posted to her the day before--when she heard the bell ring and her boy's own step upon the stairs. "You have news!" she cried as he entered; then at his face--"He has come back!" "Mother, did you expect it?" "I have expected it every morning of all these years. I have prayed for it every night." "Your prayer is answered!" "Where is he?" "I left him in the cab----" "But he could not wait!" cried a broken voice; and as Harry stood aside to let his father pass, he could see nothing through his own tears, but he never forgot the next words he heard. "I have paid them all--all--all!" his father cried. "I can look the world in the face once more!" "I care nothing about that," his mother answered. "You have come back to me. Oh! you have come back!" CHAPTER XXVIII. A TALE APART.