’I overheard you talking about my mother to Lady Dadford.  I know it was wrong, Mab, but I could not help it, and I thought that perhaps it would be just as well not to let you know.  Was it wrong?’

Mrs Seaton finds it hard to reprove the owner of the face that is lifted to hers, with such a wistful look in the blue eyes.  ’I think you ought to have told me,’ she says gravely, ’it would have made no difference to anyone, but still it does not matter now; and we shall hear all particulars from George to-morrow; he says he is writing.’

There is a pause.  Lippa is gazing out of the window, but her thoughts are very busy.  Presently she says, ’Madness generally descends from father to son, doesn’t it?’

Mabel, thinking she is alluding to George, says hastily, ’There is no necessity whatever—­’

‘Ah!’ and Lippa clasps her hands together and looks eagerly at Mabel, ‘then, then, ... there’s no great likelihood of my going mad.’

Mabel looks at her.  Is this then what she has been worrying about.  ’There is no necessity whatever, the doctors said, insanity is not in your family at all; it was a shock your mother had when she was not very strong, so dear, please do not fancy foolish things like that.’

Lippa smiles.  Oh! the joy of feeling that there is no impediment between her and Jimmy; it need never have been then, this time of separation, and yet probably it has been very wholesome for them both.  But how to convey to him that she is ready, aye, and more than willing, to link her fate with his; there is nothing for it but to wait and see.

* * * * *

And time goes on, as it always does.  Autumn passes away, and winter comes with its frost, snow and fogs, while Lippa waits for the day when Jimmy will know all, but just now her time is fully occupied, for the housekeeping has fallen upon her shoulders, as Mabel is up to nothing but hugging a little bundle with a red face, which made its appearance one day.

‘Ain’t you sorry she’s a girl?’ Teddy is saying as he is chaperoning his aunt to church on Christmas day, ’because, you know, she’s sure not to like games.’

‘It will be some time before she can play games,’ replies Lippa, laughing; ’but you will have to be very good to her.  What do you want her to be called?’

‘Lots of names,’ says Teddy.  ’But look, Auntie; do look, there’s Mr Dalrymple.  Do you think he’s going to our church?’

‘I don’t know at all,’ she replies, trying to look unconcerned.  ’We shall be there in a moment, come along; it is rude to stare at people.’

She hurries her nephew up the aisle and into their pew, for fear of coming face to face with Jimmy; she remains a few moments on her knees, and so does not interfere with Teddy, who having hurried through his own private devotions, turns round and watches the stream of people passing in through the door.  He suddenly nods and beckons, and when Lippa rises she finds that Jimmy is sitting one off her, only Teddy between.  It is the first time she has seen him since her mother’s death, and she wonders if he will speak when they get out of church, and why he ever came into their pew.  But when the service is over, Teddy having sung lustily in his shrill voice, nothing awkward takes place.