‘Have ye walkit a’ that distance?’ she cried breathlessly, having run all her might to meet her.  ‘Ye’ll be deid tired.  What way did ye no’ send word?’

‘Because I came off all in a hurry this morning,’ answered Gladys, with a smile; for the warm welcome glowing in the large eyes of the little seamstress did her good.  ’And how have you been—­you and Miss Peck, and all the people?’

‘Fine; but, my, it’s grand to see ye back,’ said Teen, with a boundless satisfaction.  ‘It’s no’ like the same place when ye are away.  An’ hoo’s Glesca lookin’—­as dreich as ever?’

’Quite.  And oh, Teen, I have found Liz at last.  I saw her last night in Berkeley Street.’

‘Saw Liz in Berkeley Street?  Surely, never!’ repeated Teen, aghast.

’It is quite true.  I think she cannot have been away from Glasgow at all.  We must try and find her, you and I, and get her down here.’

‘I’ll get her, if she’s in Glesca!’ cried Teen excitedly.  ’Did ye speak to her?  What did she look like?’

‘Very ill, I thought, and strange,’ answered Gladys slowly.  ’She only peeped into our carriage window as we drove away from the concert hall.’

‘It’s queer,’ said Teen musingly,—­’very queer.  I feel as if I wad like to gang back to Glesca this very day, and see her.’

‘You might go to-morrow, if you like,’ said Gladys.  ’I daresay you will find her much quicker than I should; she would not be so shy of you.’

Teen turned her head and gave Gladys a strange, intent look, which seemed to ask a question.  The girl was indeed asking herself whether it might not be better to let the whole matter rest.  She suspected that there might be in this case wheels within wheels which might seriously involve the happiness of her who deserved above all others the highest happiness the world can give.  The little seamstress was perplexed, saddened, half-afraid, torn between two loves and two desires.  She wished she knew how much or how little George Fordyce was to Gladys Graham, yet dared not to ask the question.

But so great was the absorbing desire of Gladys to find means of communication with Liz that she would not let the matter rest.  Next day the visit of the little seamstress to Bourhill was brought apparently to a very sudden end and she returned to town—­not, however, to sue for work at the hands of the stony-visaged forewoman, but to carry out the behest of the young lady of Bourhill.

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CHAPTER XXIX.

AN AWAKENING.

The interview with Gladys upset Walter for the day.  When she was gone, he found it impossible to fix his attention on his books or any of the details of his business.  He could not even sit still, but wandered restlessly up and down his domain, trying to unravel his own thoughts.  The subtle fragrance of her presence, like some rare perfume, seemed to pervade the place, and her words continued to haunt him, till he felt angry and impatient with her, with himself, with all the world.  He had now two persons in his employment—­a man who delivered goods on a hand-barrow, and a lad who filled a position similar to that which had been Walter’s own in Abel Graham’s days.