t. Why had Caspar written a book of this sort? a book that
taunted the higher classes with their birth, and reproached the wealthy
with their riches? It was rather a disgrace than otherwise, in Lady
Alice's aristocratic eyes, to be connected in any way with the writer of
"The Unexplored."

Nevertheless, the book stirred in her the desire to vindicate the worth
of her order and of her sex; and the next day, after having despatched a
long and tender letter to Lesley (with a formal message of thanks to her
husband), she went out to call on a lady, who was noted in her circle as
a great philanthropist, and mentioned to her in a timid way that she
wished she could be of any use amongst the poor, but she really did not
see what she could do.

Her friend, Mrs. Bexley, was nothing if not practical.

"But, my dearest Lady Alice, you can be of every use in the world," she
said. "I am going to drive to the East End to-morrow morning, to
distribute presents at the London Hospital--it is getting so close to
Christmas, you know, that we really must not put it off any longer. I
generally go once a week to visit the children and some of the other
patients. Won't you come with me?"

"I am afraid I should be of very little use," said Lady Alice.

"But we shall not want you to do anything--only to say a kind word to
the patients now and then, and give them things."

"I think I could do that," said Lesley's mother, softly.

She went back to her father's house quite cheered by the unexpected
prospect of something to do--something which should take her out of the
routine of ordinary work--something which should bring her closer
(though she did not say it to herself) to the aims and objects of Lesley
and Caspar Brooke.

The visit was a great success. Lady Alice, with her tall, graceful
figure, her winning face, her becoming dress, was a pleasant sight for
the weary eyes of the women and children in the accident wards. Mrs.
Bexley was wise enough not to take her near any very painful sights.
Lady Alice talked to some of the little children and gave them toys: she
made friends, rather shyly, with some of the women, and promised to come
and see them again. Mrs. Bexley was well known in the hospital, and was
allowed to stay an unusually long time. So it happened that one of the
doctors, coming rather hurriedly into one of the wards, paused at the
sight of a lady bending over one of the children's beds, and looked so
surprised that one of