m. What can I do?"

Eustacia started up, and said, "Ah, Charley--you have followed me.
You did not think when I left home in the summer that I should come
back like this!"

"I did not, dear ma'am. Can I help you now?"

"I am afraid not. I wish I could get into the house. I feel
giddy--that's all."

"Lean on my arm, ma'am, till we get to the porch, and I will try to
open the door."

He supported her to the porch, and there depositing her on a seat
hastened to the back, climbed to a window by the help of a ladder,
and descending inside opened the door. Next he assisted her into the
room, where there was an old-fashioned horsehair settee as large as a
donkey-waggon. She lay down here, and Charley covered her with a cloak
he found in the hall.

"Shall I get you something to eat and drink?" he said.

"If you please, Charley. But I suppose there is no fire?"

"I can light it, ma'am."

He vanished, and she heard a splitting of wood and a blowing of
bellows; and presently he returned, saying, "I have lighted a fire in
the kitchen, and now I'll light one here."

He lit the fire, Eustacia dreamily observing him from her couch. When
it was blazing up he said, "Shall I wheel you round in front of it,
ma'am, as the morning is chilly?"

"Yes, if you like."

"Shall I go and bring the victuals now?"

"Yes, do," she murmured languidly.

When he had gone, and the dull sounds occasionally reached her ears
of his movements in the kitchen, she forgot where she was, and had
for a moment to consider by an effort what the sounds meant. After an
interval which seemed short to her whose thoughts were elsewhere, he
came in with a tray on which steamed tea and toast, though it was
nearly lunch-time.

"Place it on the table," she said. "I shall be ready soon."

He did so, and retired to the door; when, however, he perceived that
she did not move he came back a few steps.

"Let me hold it to you, if you don't wish to get up," said Charley.
He brought the tray to the front of the couch, where he knelt down,
adding, "I will hold it for you."

Eustacia sat up and poured out a cup of tea. "You are very kind to
me, Charley," she murmured as she sipped.

"Well, I ought to be," said he diffidently, taking great trouble
not to rest his eyes upon her, though this was their only natural
position, Eustacia being immediately before him. "You have been kind
to me."

"How have I?" said Eustacia.

"You let me hold your hand when you w