“We are nearly there,” he said reassuringly, “and you are as light as a feather.”

She lay back, perfectly content, her head pressed against his broad shoulder, her dark eyes closed trustfully.

Adrien Leroy hurried on, for the wind cut with the force of a knife; but his face was very thoughtful as he approached his chambers.

“What else can I do?” he asked himself.  “She is such an innocent child.  Can I take her to my rooms without injury to her poor shred of reputation?  Yet no houses are open at this hour, and I cannot hand her over to that drunken brute.  There’s no help for it!”

It evidently never occurred to him to turn back and deliver her into the charge of Miss Lester.  Indeed, he thought that would have been greater cruelty than to have left her in the streets.

Having reached the block of buildings in which were his own rooms, Adrien walked up the stairs and opened a door on the first floor.  In the hall a light was burning, held by a statuette of white marble; and Leroy, after gently setting the girl down on her feet, led her into his study.

The room in which she found herself was not lofty, but the ceiling was exquisitely painted, while from the four corners hung electric lights ’neath delicate shades.  The furniture was rich in colour, solid as befitted a man’s room, while on the walls were a few rare engravings.  A couple of gun-cases in one corner and a veritable stock of fishing implements in another showed that Leroy was not unaccustomed to sport; it was one of his man Norgate’s complaints that he was not allowed to pack them away, but must leave them there, close at hand, just as Leroy might want them.

It was not these, however, that held the girl’s attention so fixedly, but the cut Venetian glass on the inlaid cabinets and the gold ornaments on the carved Florentine mantel.

“Home at last,” he said with a smile; and, opening another door on the left, he led her unresistingly into a second room.

But here the girl seemed as if struck dumb with astonishment.  She was evidently overwhelmed by the magnificence and luxury on which her eyes rested, and Leroy smiled in amusement at her unspoken admiration.

“Come and warm yourself,” he said kindly, drawing one of the divans nearer to the fire.

Lightly she trod over the rose carpet, and dropped with a sigh into the chair.

“Give me your hands.  Don’t hold them near the fire yet,” he said, and began to gently chafe the poor blue fingers, for he knew the danger of too sudden heat.  “That is better—­they will soon get warm.  And now we will have something to eat.”

He crossed over to the bell; and in a few moments the door opened noiselessly.

“Let us have some supper, Norgate,” said Leroy; and the dignified man-servant disappeared as silently as he had entered, while his master returned to the fire-place, and stood looking down at the girl he had rescued.