districts.  And constant thought and anxiety while in daily peril of life deepen the lines of character upon a face.  Moreover, the circumstances that had of late affected him personally were not of a nature to make him either buoyant or cheerful.  But his voice was the same; that was the first point of the old friend Molly caught, when he addressed her in a tone far softer than he used in speaking conventional politenesses to her stepmother.

’I was so sorry to hear how ill you had been!  You are looking but delicate!’ letting his eyes rest upon her face with affectionate examination.  Molly felt herself colour all over with the consciousness of his regard.  To do something to put an end to it, she looked up, and showed him her beautiful soft grey eyes, which he never remembered to have noticed before.  She smiled at him as she blushed still deeper, and said,—­

’Oh!  I am quite strong now to what I was.  It would be a shame to be ill when everything is in its full summer beauty.’

’I have heard how deeply we—­I am indebted to you—­my father can hardly praise you—­’

‘Please don’t,’ said Molly, the tears coming into her eyes in spite of herself.  He seemed to understand her at once; he went on as if speaking to Mrs. Gibson,—­’Indeed my little sister-in-law is never weary of talking about Monsieur le Docteur, as she calls your husband!’

’I have not had the pleasure of making Mrs. Osborne Hamley’s acquaintance yet,’ said Mrs. Gibson, suddenly aware of a duty which might have been expected from her, ’and I must beg you to apologize to her for my remissness.  But Molly has been such a care and anxiety to me—­for, you know, I look upon her quite as my own child—­that I really have not gone anywhere, excepting to the Towers perhaps I should say, which is just like another home to me.  And then I understood that Mrs. Osborne Hamley was thinking of returning to France before long?  Still it was very remiss.’

The little trap thus set for news of what might be going on in the Hamley family was quite successful.  Roger answered her thus,—­

’I am sure Mrs. Osborne Hamley will be very glad to see any friends of the family, as soon as she is a little stronger.  I hope she will not go back to France at all.  She is an orphan, and I trust we shall induce her to remain with my father.  But at present nothing is arranged.’  Then, as if glad to have got over his ‘visit of ceremony,’ he got up and took leave.  When he was at the door he looked back, having, as he thought, a word more to say; but he quite forgot what it was, for he surprised Molly’s intent gaze, and sudden confusion at discovery, and went away as soon as he could.

‘Poor Osborne was right!’ said he.  ’She had grown into delicate fragrant beauty just as he said she would:  or is it the character which has formed the face?  Now the next time I enter these doors it will be to learn my fate!’