epend on it, it was the letter done it. Well, I won't be keeping you."

"No, I ain't got no time for talking," said Mrs. Bonner, and closed the
door. "A nosey Parker if ever there was one! Always shoving 'er saller
face where she ain't wanted. I can't abide that gel!"

Miss Alice Betts hurried off to the Bettses' cottage in Starden.

"I got a letter to write in a 'urry. Give me a paper and envelope," she
demanded.

"MISTER P. SLOTMAN, Dear sir," Alice wrote. "This is to imform
you, as agreed, that Mister Alston has gone. Miss Jone writ him a
letter, what about cannot say, only as soon as he gets it, he
packs up and leaves Starden. I have been to Mrs. Bonner's to make
sure and find it is correck, him having packed up and gone to
London. So no more at present from yours truely, MISS ALICE
BETTS."

And this letter, addressed to Mr. P. Slotman at the new address with
which he had furnished her, went out from Starden by the early morning
mail.

After Mrs. Bonner's comfortable but restricted cottage, it was good to
be back in the spacious old rooms of Hurst Dormer. Hugh Alston was a
home man. He had wired Mrs. Morrisey, and now he was back. To-night he
slept once again in his own bed, the bed he had slept in since boyhood.

The following morning brought a telegram delivered by a shock-headed
village urchin.

"I will be with you and so glad to see you on Saturday--MARJORIE."

Saturday, and he had hurried so that he might see her to-day.

It was not till late Saturday afternoon that Marjorie came at last, and
Hugh had been fuming up and down, looking for her since early morning.
Yet if he felt any ill-temper at her delay it was gone at a sight of the
little face, so white and woebegone, so frankly miserable and unhappy
that his heart ached for the child.

"Oh, Hugh, it is so good to see you again."

He kissed her. What else could he do? And then, holding her hand and
drawing it through his arm, he led her into the house. He rang the bell
for tea, for it was tea-time when she came.

"You are going to have a good tea first, then you are going to tell me
all your troubles, and we are going to put them all straight and right.
And then--then, Marjorie, you are going to smile as you used to."

A faint smile came to her lips, her eyes were on his face. "Oh, Hugh,
if--if you knew how--how good it is to see you again and hear you speak
to me."

He put his hand on her shoulders.

"It is