“I guess so,” said Clam.  “But she didn’t tell me to come but once.”

“Then don’t come again.”

Clam rose to go and settled her cloak as she moved towards the door.

“If she sends me I may come again, mayn’t I, Mr. Winthrop?” she said pausing.

“Yes,” he said with a smile; but it was a very little bit of one.

“How is Winifred?” said Clam.

“She is not well.”

The smile had entirely passed away; his face was more grave than ever.

“Is she more than common unwell?”

“Yes.  Very much.”

“Can I go in and see her, Mr. Winthrop?”

“Yes, if you please.”

Clam went; and Winthrop took up Elizabeth’s note.

“No 11 Parade, Dec. 20, 1821.

“I have just heard, briefly and vaguely, of the difficulties between my father and your brother, and of the remedies you, Mr. Landholm, are employing.  I do not know the truth nor the details of anything beyond the bare outlines.  Those are enough, and more than I know how to bear.  I don’t wish to have anything explained to me.  But Mr. Landholm, grant me one favour —­ you must grant it, if you please —­ do not let it be explained any further to anybody.  All you want, I suppose, is to see your brother righted.  I will pay the utmost of what is due to him.  I do not understand how the business lies —­ but I will furnish all the money that is wanting to set it right and put an end to these proceedings, if you will only let me know what it is.  Please let me know it, and let me do this, Mr. Landholm; it is my right; and I need not ask you, keep my knowledge of it secret from everybody.  I am sure you must see that what I ask is my right.

“Elizabeth Haye.”

Winthrop had hardly more than time to read this when Clam put herself within his door again, shutting it at her back.

“If the Governor’ll let me,” she said, “I’ll come and take care of her; —­ or I’ll run up and down stairs, from the bottom to the top, —­ whichever’s useful.”

“It is very kind of you, Clam.  Winnie and I thank you very much.  But your mistress will want you.”

“She won’t.  She’ll want me here.  Let me come, Governor.  I shan’t do nothin’ for Miss ’Lizabeth if I stay with her.”

“Go and do all she wants you to do.  No, I can’t let you come.  My sister is taken care of.”

“She’d be that where you are,” muttered Clam as she went out and went down the stairs, —­ “and so would anybody else.  I wish some of the rest of us had a chance.  Well —­ maybe we’ll get it yet! —­”

She found Elizabeth at her desk where she had left her, waiting.

“Did you find him?”

“Yes, miss.”

“And you gave him the note?”

“No, miss —­ I mean, yes, miss.”

“Don’t say ‘miss’ in that kind of way.  Put a name to it.”

“What name?” said Clam.

“Any one you like.  Did you see anybody else?”