expressed a wish to go
in and shake hands with the old fellow. It was a queer meeting. Those
two had as great difficulty in finding anything to say as though they
were denizens of different planets. And indeed, there ARE two planets on
this earth! When, after a minute or so of the friendliest embarrassment,
he had retired to wait for her, Gyp sat down to her lesson.

Monsieur Harmost said quietly:

"Your letter was very kind, my little friend--and your father is very
kind. But, after all, it was a compliment your husband paid me." His
smile smote Gyp; it seemed to sum up so many resignations. "So you
stay again with your father!" And, looking at her very hard with his
melancholy brown eyes, "When will you find your fate, I wonder?"

"Never!"

Monsieur Harmost's eyebrows rose.

"Ah," he said, "you think! No, that is impossible!" He walked twice
very quickly up and down the room; then spinning round on his heel, said
sharply: "Well, we must not waste your father's time. To work."

Winton's simple comment in the cab on the way home was:

"Nice old chap!"

At Bury Street, they found Gyp's agitated parlour-maid. Going to do the
music-room that morning, she had "found the master sitting on the sofa,
holding his head, and groaning awful. He's not been at home, ma'am,
since you--you went on your visit, so I didn't know what to do. I ran
for cook and we got him up to bed, and not knowing where you'd be,
ma'am, I telephoned to Count Rosek, and he came--I hope I didn't do
wrong--and he sent me down to see you. The doctor says his brain's on
the touch and go, and he keeps askin' for you, ma'am. So I didn't know
what to do."

Gyp, pale to the lips, said:

"Wait here a minute, Ellen," and went into the dining-room. Winton
followed. She turned to him at once, and said:

"Oh, Dad, what am I to do? His brain! It would be too awful to feel I'd
brought that about."

Winton grunted. Gyp went on:

"I must go and see. If it's really that, I couldn't bear it. I'm afraid
I must go, Dad."

Winton nodded.

"Well, I'll come too," he said. "The girl can go back in the cab and say
we're on the way."

Taking a parting look at her baby, Gyp thought bitterly: 'My fate? THIS
is my fate, and no getting out of it!' On the journey, she and Winton
were quite silent--but she held his hand tight. While the cook was
taking up to Rosek the news of their arrival, Gyp stood looking out at
her garden. Two days and six hours only since she h