s a child she had often stayed there; so that she
had known Toni's father well.

"Of course, t' Gibbs were always a cut above us," she owned frankly. "My
feyther was a foundry hand till he died, and wasn't too steady neither;
and when 'e died my mother took in washing. There was a trick young
Roger once played 'er about a washing-basket ... what was it now?" She
paused to meditate. "Nay, I can't think on this minute ... but she allus
said as 'e wur nowt but a bowdekite!" She laughed, jollily, at the
recollection, and pressed a cheesecake on Toni with a heartiness there
was no resisting.

Thanks to her chatter time flew; and Herrick was just beginning to think
of the waiting chauffeur, when there was a sudden spatter of rain
against the window panes; and looking out he saw that while they had
been talking a storm had been brewing.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little, Mrs. Rose!" He pointed to the
rain, now streaming down in a steady torrent. "It won't be more than a
shower, I daresay."

"Oh, and Fletcher's outside in it." Toni put down her cup. "Mr. Herrick,
could I tell him to come inside and have some tea, do you think? We've
been out for hours, you know."

"Certainly. I'll see about it."

He went out and brought in the chauffeur, delivering him over to Mrs.
Spencer's good offices; and then returned to find Toni sitting rather
disconsolately by the window, looking out at the rain as it splashed
into the quickly-forming puddles in the village street.

The sudden storm, the silence which fell after Mrs. Spencer's departure,
or the early-falling dusk, had brought back all her misery to Toni's
mind, banishing in a flash all her recent joyful animation; and when,
after observing her for a moment, Herrick came forward, he saw that a
blight had fallen over her late gaiety.

She did not hear his step--thought, perhaps, that he had stayed to speak
to the chauffeur or chat with the landlady; and all at once such a sense
of bitter desolation swept over Toni that she began to cry softly to
herself in the dusk.

Instantly Herrick began to back noiselessly towards the door; but Fate,
or perhaps a malignant Boo-Boo, pushed a footstool in his path, over
which he stumbled with an involuntary ejaculation.

Startled, Toni turned round and saw him; and cursing his own clumsiness,
Herrick judged it best to come forward openly.

"Your man is having some tea, under Mrs. Spencer's kindly auspices." He
smiled. "It seems she