Thus rebuked, Gladys retired to the kitchen, and, to the no small concern of the little landlady, she sat down on the low window-seat, folded her hands on the table, and began helplessly to weep.

’My dear, my dear, don’t cry!  He hasn’t been good to you, I know he hasn’t.  But never mind; better times will soon dawn for you, and he will not stay.  I hope he will go away this very night,’ she said very sympathetically.

’No, he will stay till to-morrow, then I must go with him.  He has offered me a home, and I must go.  There is nothing else I can do just now,’ said Gladys.  ’I can’t believe, Miss Peck, that he is papa’s brother.  It is impossible.’

’Dear Miss Gladys, there is often the greatest difference in families.  I have seen it myself,’ said Miss Peck meditatively.  ’But now you must have something to eat, and I suppose he must be hungry too’—­

’If you would get tea, please, we should be much obliged; and oh, Miss Peck, do you think you could give him a bed?’

’There is nothing but the little attic, but I daresay it will do him very well.  He doesn’t look as if he were accustomed to anything much better,’ said Miss Peck, with frank candour.  So it was arranged, and Gladys, drying her eyes, offered to help the little woman as best she could.

Abel Graham looked keenly and critically at his niece when she returned to the room and laid the cloth for tea.  His eye was not trained to the admiration or appreciation of beauty, but he was struck by a singular grace in her every movement, by a certain still and winning loveliness of feature and expression.  It was not the beauty sought for or beloved by the vulgar eye, to which it would seem but a colourless and lifeless thing; but a pure soul, to which all things seemed lovely and of good report, looked out from her grave eyes, and gave an expression of gentle sweetness to her lips.  With such a fair and delicate creature, what should he do?  The question suggested itself to him naturally, as a picture of his home rose up before his vision.  When he thought of its meagre comfort, its ugly environment, he confessed that in it she would be quite out of place.  The house in which he had found her, though only a hired shelter, was neat and comfortable and home-like.  He felt irritated, perplexed; and this irritation and perplexity made him quite silent during the meal.  They ate, indeed, without exchanging a single word, though the old man enjoyed the fragrant tea, the sweet, home-made bread, and firm, wholesome butter, and ate of it without stint.  He was not, indeed, accustomed to such dainty fare.  Gladys attended quietly to his wants, and he did not notice that she scarcely broke bread.  When the meal was over, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and rose from the table.

‘Now, if you don’t mind,’ he said almost cheerfully, the good food having soothed his troubled mind, ’I would like to take a last look at my brother.  I hope they have not screwed down the coffin?’