Left behind, Dr. Browne turned his attention to a meal, after which he decided to visit the sick woman in the caravan. In spite of Mrs. Narby's masculine exterior, she was feminine enough to have an attack of nerves, owing to recent events. Dr. Browne won her gratitude, as much as she was able to spare, by prescribing for her, and as he announced his intention of stopping at the inn for the night, on the chance of meeting again with Herries, the landlady, before retiring to bed, gave him the stuffy parlour to eat in, the bedroom of Herries to sleep in, and ordered Elspeth to attend on him. Consequently Dr. Browne found himself devouring a badly cooked meal in the parlour somewhere about six o'clock, and within half an hour of Trent's departure. Elspeth waited on him, and cast furtive glances at him, as she was aware that he was her hero's friend, and indeed had heard the doctor champion the accused man. Browne, sensitive as a woman to occult influences, became aware that she wanted to speak to him, but feared to do so, by reason, as he thought, of shyness. "Well," he said abruptly, when she brought him a cup of coffee. "Yes, sir," said Elspeth, with a start. "You wish to speak to me." "I don't know why you----" "But I know. You have been watching me closely. You sent the telegram, and know that I am Herries' friend. You are his friend likewise, why I don't know, and you wish to speak about him." "I am his friend," said the girl steadily, "because he is the first human being who has been kind to me. There is nothing I would not do for him." "Save his life then," said Browne caustically. "I intend to," retorted Elspeth quickly. The doctor turned in his chair and looked at her keenly. She was not exactly pretty, but there was a delicate and fascinating air about her, which meant more than mere physical beauty. Elspeth had "a way with her," as the saying goes, and Browne, sensitive, as has been said, felt her influence at once. "Are you a lady masquerading as a servant?" he asked, bending his shaggy brows. "I am a drudge left in pawn by a relation," said the girl, simply. "What do you mean?" "A year ago, I came here with a relative. He had not enough to pay for his bed and board, and moreover, wanting to get to London, he did not wish to be encumbered with a girl. To settle his bill and get rid of me, he left me behind to be Mrs. Narby's servant. She pays me nothing, and I do all the work." "And how long is this slavery to last?" Elspeth made a gesture of despair. "I do not know. Until my relative makes sufficient money to take me away. I cannot go myself, as I have no money, and only these clothes I wear now. Here, at least, I have a bed and food, hard though the situation is, so I have made up my mind to stay." "Who is your relative?" "I decline to say, just now." "What is your name?" "Elspeth!" "A Scotch name. Elspeth what?" "I cannot tell you at present," said the girl haughtily.