earning lessons in strict economy;--but of this she said
nothing. The short journey from the Baths of Lucca to Florence was
not a pleasant one, and the Rowley family were much disturbed as they
looked into the future. Lodgings had now been taken for them, and
there was the great additional doubt whether Mrs. Trevelyan would
find her child there on her arrival.

The Spaldings went one way from the Florence station, and the Rowleys
another. The American Minister had returned to the city some days
previously,--drawn there nominally by pleas of business, but, in
truth, by the necessities of the wedding breakfast,--and he met them
at the station. "Has Mr. Glascock come back?" Nora was the first to
ask. Yes;--he had come. He had been in the city since two o'clock,
and had been up at the American Minister's house for half a minute.
"And has he brought the child?" asked Caroline, relieved of doubt
on her own account. Mr. Spalding did not know;--indeed, he had not
interested himself quite so intently about Mrs. Trevelyan's little
boy, as had all those who had just returned from the Baths. Mr.
Glascock had said nothing to him about the child, and he had not
quite understood why such a man should have made a journey to Siena,
leaving his sweetheart behind him, just on the eve of his marriage.
He hurried his women-kind into their carriage, and they were driven
away; and then Sir Marmaduke was driven away with his women-kind.
Caroline Spalding had perhaps thought that Mr. Glascock might have
been there to meet her.

CHAPTER LXXXVI.

MR. GLASCOCK AS NURSE.

A message had been sent by the wires to Trevelyan, to let him know
that Mr. Glascock was himself coming for the boy. Whether such
message would or would not be sent out to Casalunga Mr. Glascock had
been quite ignorant;--but it could, at any rate, do no harm. He did
feel it hard as in this hot weather he made the journey, first to
Florence, and then on to Siena. What was he to the Rowleys, or to
Trevelyan himself, that such a job of work should fall to his lot at
such a period of his life? He had been very much in love with Nora,
no doubt; but, luckily for him, as he thought, Nora had refused him.
As for Trevelyan,--Trevelyan had never been his friend. As for Sir
Marmaduke,--Sir Marmaduke was nothing to him. He was almost angry
even with Mrs. Trevelyan as he arrived tired, heated, and very dusty,
at Siena. It was his purpose to sleep at Siena that night, and to
go ou