ng about it, if that's it," she said. "I
shan't listen--write and refuse it--write and refuse it at once."

Esther laughed; she pulled June's hands down and held them firmly.

"Tell me," she said. "Do you know any people named Ashton?"

She was longing to find out if June did know them; it seemed such a
lifetime since she had seen Raymond or spoken to him, she was hungry
to hear him spoken of, even if only by this woman who probably had
merely known him as an ordinary acquaintance.

"Ashton!" June wrinkled up her nose. "I know some Ashtons who live in
Brayanstone Square," she said at last. "A mother and son. A very
handsome woman she is, with white hair, she has a sort of grande dame
look about her--the sort of woman you can imagine in a powdered wig
and a crinoline, curtsying to the queen." She scrambled up, and,
snatching a paper fan from the shelf, swept Esther a graceful curtsy
to illustrate her meaning.

But Esther was too much in earnest to be amused.

"It must be the same Mrs. Ashton," she said eagerly. "This is her
card--she gave it to me to-day--Mrs. Raymond Ashton."

June glanced at the card and nodded briskly.

"Yes, it's the same. I don't know her frightfully well; she's rather
reserved, too; but I admire her immensely--well, go on."

"She wants me to go to her as a sort of companion--she has offered me
fifty pounds a year."

June whistled.

"Not bad, is it? But you'll refuse, of course?"

"I asked her to let me think it over; I said I should like to talk it
over with you first."

June clasped her hands round her knees and stared into the fire
thoughtfully.

"She's a widow, isn't she?" Esther said hesitatingly. "At least--she
didn't say anything about a husband."

"Yes, she's a widow right enough," June said. "And delighted to be, I
should think," she added bluntly. "I never knew the departed spouse,
but from all accounts he was a perfect terror."

Esther said nothing. Raymond had always spoken of his father as being
a "rare old sport."

After a moment--

"There's a son, too," June said. "A kind of Adonis to look at,
beautiful eyes and all that sort of thing."

"Yes," said Esther. She tried hard to keep the eagerness from her
voice. "Do you--do you know the son too?" she asked nervously.

June gave a queer little laugh.

"Oh yes, I know him. That is to say, I say 'How d'ye do' to him when I
have the misfortune to meet him, but----"

Esther's hands were clasped in her lap.

"Why