“None whatever.  I want a little temporary help until—­” She paused.

“My mother has been successful in writing short stories.  Channing & Wyndham have a three-volume novel of hers now, and I am sure they will take it; then she can pay Mr. Liddell easily.”

The lawyer smiled a queer little withered, half-developed smile.  “I trust your anticipations may be verified,” he said.  “Now, my dear madam, I need intrude on you no longer; I shall go on to see Mr. Liddell.  But though I shall certainly represent that he may safely make you this small advance, it is possible he may refuse; and it is certain he will ask high interest.  However, I shall do my best.”

“It will be a great accommodation if he consents.  And if he is rich surely he will not deal as hardly with his brother’s widow as with a stranger.”

“Where money is concerned, Mr. Liddell recognizes neither friend nor foe.  He will wish some form of the nature of a bill of sale to be signed.”

“Whatever you both think right,” said Mrs. Liddell.

Here some shouts from the garden drew Newton’s attention to the window, through which Cecil and Charlie could be seen endeavoring to put some noxious insect on the neck of the nurse-maid, who had taken them their noonday slices of bread and butter.  “My grandsons,” said Mrs. Liddell, smiling—­“My poor boy’s orphans.”

“Hum!” said the little man; and he stood a moment in thought.

“I think Miss Liddell said her uncle expressed a wish that she should return to see him?”

“He made me promise to go back to-day.”

“Then by no means disappoint him.  He is a very difficult man to manage, and if your daughter”—­to Mrs. Liddell—­“could contrive to interest him, to make him indulge in a few of the comforts necessary to his years and his position, it would be of the last importance, and ultimately, I hope, not unprofitable to herself.”

“I fear the last is highly improbable; but Katherine will certainly fulfil her promise.”

“I am going to drive over to Legrave Crescent myself:  if it would suit Miss Liddell to accompany me, I shall be most happy to be her escort.”

“Thank you; I shall be very glad.”

“My brother-in-law will not imagine there is any collusion between you?” asked Mrs. Liddell, with a smile.  “Men of his character are suspicious.”

“No; I think I may venture so far, though Mr. Liddell is suspicious.”

“Then I must ask you to wait while I put on my hat,” said Katherine, and left the room.

She had changed her dress when her mother followed her.  “My love, you had better take a few shillings, and try and come back soon.  Why, Katie, considering you had to do cooking yesterday, you ought not to have put on your best frock, dear, for I see little chance of another.”

“Oh, mother, I could not go out in my old black cashmere with Mr. Newton.  Why, he is the perfection of neatness.”