Suddenly she started, as she heard a step behind her, and turning, saw Sal Rawlins, in the neatest of black gowns, with a coquettish white cap and apron, and an open book. Madge had been so delighted with Sal for saving Brian's life that she had taken her into her service as maid. Mr. Frettlby had offered strong opposition at first that a fallen woman like Sal should be near his daughter; but Madge was determined to rescue the unhappy girl from the life of sin she was leading, and so at last he reluctantly consented. Brian, too, had objected, but ultimately yielded, as he saw that Madge had set her heart on it. Mother Guttersnipe objected at first, characterising the whole affair as "cussed 'umbug," but she, likewise, gave in, and Sal became maid to Miss Frettlby, who immediately set to work to remedy Sal's defective education by teaching her to read. The book she held in her hand was a spelling-book, and this she handed to Madge. "I think I knows it now, miss," she said, respectfully, as Madge looked up with a smile. "Do you, indeed?" said Madge, gaily. "You will be able to read in no time, Sal." "Read this?" said Sal, touching "Tristan: A Romance, by Zoe." "Hardly!" said Madge, picking it up, with a look of contempt. "I want you to learn English, and not a confusion of tongues like this thing. But it's too hot for lessons, Sal," she went on, leaning back in her seat, "so get a chair and talk to me." Sal complied, and Madge looked out at the brilliant flower-beds, and at the black shadow of the tall witch elm which grew on one side of the lawn. She wanted to ask a certain question of Sal, and did not know how to do it. The moodiness and irritability of Brian had troubled her very much of late, and, with the quick instinct of her sex, she ascribed it indirectly to the woman who had died in the back slum. Anxious to share his troubles and lighten his burden, she determined to ask Sal about this mysterious woman, and find out, if possible, what secret had been told to Brian which affected him so deeply. "Sal," she said, after a short pause, turning her clear grey eyes on the woman, "I want to ask you something." The other shivered and turned pale. "About--about that?" Madge nodded. Sal hesitated for a moment, and then flung herself at the feet of her mistress. "I will tell you," she cried. "You have been kind to me, an' have a right to know. I will tell you all I know." "Then," asked Madge, firmly, as she clasped her hands tightly together, "who was this woman whom Mr. Fitzgerald went to see, and where did she come from?" "Gran' an' me found her one evenin' in Little Bourke Street," answered Sal, "just near the theatre. She was quite drunk, an' we took her home with us." "How kind of you," said Madge. "Oh, it wasn't that," replied the other, dryly. "Gran' wanted her clothes; she was awful swell dressed." "And she took the clothes--how wicked!"