ed to a rich
American girl who is to pay his debts; but I'll see that he does
something handsome for Jinny. And YOU, my child, what are YOU going to
do without a situation?" he added, with touching sympathy. "You see,
I've some vague idea of marrying you myself," he concluded meditatively.

"Thank you for nothing," interrupted Golly gayly, "but I can take care
of myself and follow out my mission like John Gale."

"There's a pair of you, certainly," said Drake, with a tinge of jealous
bitterness.

"You bet it's 'a pair' that will take your 'two knaves,' you and your
Lord Brownstone," returned Golly, dropping a mock courtesy. "Ta-ta; I'm
going on the stage."

BOOK III

She went first into a tobacconist's--and sold cigarettes. Sometimes she
suffered from actual want, and ate fried fish. "Do you know how nice
fried fish tastes in London,--you on 'the Oilan'?" she wrote gayly.
"I'm getting on splendidly; so's John Gale, I suppose, though he's
looking cadaverous from starving himself all round. Tell aunty I
haven't seen the Queen yet, though after all I really believe she has
not seen me."

Then, after a severe struggle, she succeeded in getting on the stage as
a song and dance girl. She sang melodiously and danced divinely, so
remarkably that the ignorant public, knowing her to be a Manx girl, and
vaguely associating her with the symbol of the Isle of Man, supposed
she had three legs. She was the success of the season; her cup of
ambition was filled. It was slightly embittered by the news that her
friend Jinny Jones had killed herself in the church at the wedding of
her recreant lover and the American heiress. But the affair was
scarcely alluded to by the Society papers--who were naturally shocked
at the bad taste of the deceased. And even Golly forgot it all--on the
stage.

BOOK IV

Meanwhile John Gale, or Brother Boreas, as he was known in the
monastery, was submitting--among other rigors--to an exceptionally
severe winter in Bishopsgate Street, which seemed to have an Arctic
climate of its own,--possibly induced by the "freezing-out" process of
certain stock companies in its vicinity.

"You are miserable, and eager to get out in the wicked world again, my
son," said the delightful old Superior, as he sat by the only fire,
sipping a glass of mulled port, when John came in from shoveling snow
outside. "I, therefore, merely to try you, shall make you gatekeeper.
The keys of the monastery front door