said, "all the same."

Dick walked into the rector's dining-room with little Georgie seated
on his shoulder. "Fancy where we found him, mamma," said Flo. "Buying
barley sugar from old Mrs. Bagley at the shop. What does a gentleman
want with barley sugar? He is too old. You never eat it, nor papa."

"He give it all to me," said Georgie, "and Fluffy had some. Fluffy and
me, we are very fond of Mr. Cavendish. Don't go away, Mr. Cavendish, or
come back to-morrow."

"Yes, tum back to-morrow," cried the other little ones. Flo was old
enough to know that the future had vistas deeper than to-morrow. She
said, "Don't be so silly, all you little things. If he was coming back
to-morrow, why should he go to-day? He will come back another time."

"When dere's need ob him," said his little godson gravely, at which
there was much laughing. But for his part Dick did not laugh. He hid his
serious countenance behind little Dick's curly head, and thus nobody
knew that there was not upon it even a smile.

At Underwood, which is a very small village, there is no station; so
that Dick had to be driven to the railway in the waggonette, the rector
making this an occasion to give the children and the governess a drive,
so that the two gentlemen could not say much to each other. They had a
moment for a last word solely at the door of the railway carriage, in
which Warrender had already taken his place. The rector, indeed, had to
speak through the carriage window at the last moment. He said, hesitating,
"And you won't forget? Tell Mr. Cornwall if he refuses to do anything,
so as to drive these people away, it will be the kindest thing he can do
for the parish. Tell him----" But here the guard interposed to examine
the tickets, and there was a slamming of doors and a shriek of whistles,
and the train glided away.

"I think I understand what the rector means," said Warrender. "He is
speaking of _that_ house. Oh, you need not smile; nothing could be more
entirely out of my way."

"I did not smile," said Dick, who was as grave as all the judges in a
row.

"Perhaps you have not heard about it. It was there Markland spent the
last afternoon before his accident, almost the last day of his life. It
gives her a bitter sort of association with the place."

"Markland?" said Dick. "Oh yes, I remember. Lord Markland, who---- He
died, didn't he? It may not be a satisfactory household, but still he
might have gone there without any harm."

"Oh, I d