Rachel Trant revived marvellously.  The change of scene, the fresh salt-air, above all the society of Katherine, who frequently visited and walked with her, all combined to give her new life—­even emboldening her to look at the future.  Her manner, always grave and respectful, won reluctant approval from Miss Payne.  And the boys were always pleased to run to the boatman’s cottage with flowers or fruit, and talk to, or rather question, their new friend.  Rachel seemed always glad to see them, though she evidently shrank from returning their visits.  She was never quite herself, or off guard, except when alone with Katherine.  Then she spoke out of her heart, and uttered thoughts and opinions which often surprised Katherine, and set her thinking more seriously than she had ever done before.  Finally, hearing from her good old landlady that some of her customers had returned to town and were inquiring for her, Rachel said it was time her holiday came to an end.

“I feel now that I can bear to live and try to be independent.  Indeed my life is yours; you have given it back to me, and I will yet prove to you that I am not unworthy of your wonderful generosity,” she said, the morning of the day she was to start for London, as she sat with Katherine among the rocks at the point.  “The idea of an establishment such as Mr. Payne suggests is excellent.  It ought to be your property, and good property—­I need only be your steward—­while it may be of great use to others.”

“I feel quite impatient to carry out the project, and we will set about it as soon as I return to town,” returned Katherine.

“Will you write to me sometimes?” asked Rachel, humbly.  “I feel as if I dare not let you go:  all of hope or promise that can come into my wrecked life centres in you.  While you are my friend I can face the world.”

“Yes, Rachel, write to me as often as you like, and I will answer your letters.  Trust me:  I will always be your true friend.”

CHAPTER XXII.

“WARP AND WOOF.”

When the rough weather of a stormy autumn obliged Katherine to keep in-doors she began to feel the monotony of existence by the sad sea waves, and to wish for the sociability of London.  The end of October, then, saw Miss Payne and party re-established in Wilton Street, having left Cecil at school.  With Charlie, Katherine could not part just yet.  She intended to keep him till after Christmas, when he was to go to school with his brother.

Though town was empty as regarded “society,” there was plenty of life and movement in the streets, and Katherine, always thankful for occupation which drew her thoughts away from her profound regret for the barrier which existed between Errington and herself, was glad to be back in the great capital.  She threw herself into the scheme of establishing Rachel Trant as a “court dressmaker” most heartily, and Bertie Payne spared time from his multifarious avocations to give important assistance.  Rachel herself, too, proved to be a wise counsellor, her previous training having given her some experience in business.  Katherine therefore found interesting employment in looking for a small house suited to the undertaking.