falls asleep when he sits down. I never remember his
ever doing such a thing before; but mamma says she is sure that he
sleeps badly, though he will never own to it. Cyril never did like to be
questioned about himself.

'We see Captain Burnett sometimes, and Cyril says he often meets him on
his way home. One day Captain Burnett asked me if I should like to see
some pictures, and of course I said yes. We drove such a long way in a
hansom, and I did so enjoy seeing all those beautiful pictures. Captain
Burnett was kind; he explained everything to me, and when he thought I
was tired he took me to a grand place, where we had ices and coffee.

'He asked me a great many questions, and when I told him that I had no
one to teach me now I had left my dear Miss Ross, he looked very grave.
He wanted to know if mamma did not help me at all, and I was obliged to
confess that the French books were still unopened; and then he looked
grave again and said, "Poor little thing!" as though he were sorry for
me.

'Well, was it not strange?--the very next night Cyril began talking to
mamma about it. He told her that now Kester was away they ought to be
able to afford to give me a good education, that they were not poorer
than they had been at Rutherford, and that something must be done at
once.

'Cyril spoke as though he thought mamma was to blame, and then mamma
cried, as she always does if Cyril finds fault with her; but the very
next day she went out alone, and in the evening she told Cyril that she
had found a very good school close by our lodgings, where they had
excellent masters, and that she had arranged that I was to go there four
times a week to take French, German, and music lessons. I could see
Cyril was pleased, though he said very little, but by and by he asked me
what I should do about a piano, and mamma suggested that we should hire
one. Is this not nice, my dear Miss Ross, and is not Cyril a darling for
thinking of everything so nicely?'

'Ah, Mollie, I am afraid you are a sad goose!' was Audrey's inward
ejaculation at this point, and there was a smile on her lips as she
finished the letter.

Michael was fulfilling his promise nobly. Audrey knew him well enough to
be sure that those meetings with Cyril were by no means accidental.
'Whatsoever thou doest, do it with thy might,' was a precept literally
obeyed by Michael Burnett. When he held out that right hand of
fellowship to his rival, there was no sense of grudging