expostulating with a coarse tavern-keeper. By her side was a tall girl whose face was partially concealed in the folds of a shawl.
'"You cannot lodge here, my good woman!" said the man with the decision of one who meant what he said.
'"For the love of Heaven, sir!" said the poor creature, weeping bitterly, "give us shelter for to-night, for this night only—my daughter and I have come a long way, and we are starving and ready to faint. I have friends in London, but do not know where to find them; we will find them tomorrow and then repay your kindness—have mercy on us, sir!"
'"I have said what I have said," replied the man gruffly; "the town is full of beggars and impostors—you cannot lodge here."
'"Only for one night—only for one night!" said the miserable woman.
'I turned round quickly, and looked at her.
'"Surely," I said, "I know your voice; you are Mrs. St. Clair, of Rhyndal House in Devonshire!"
'She started violently and asked:
'"And who are you, young sir?"
'I did not answer. Extraordinary sensations overpowered me as my eyes wandered from her to her daughter. The old adoration of childhood returned with a wild rush in a moment. This muffled up girl was Helen herself!
'She was the first to recognise me, and said quickly to her mother:
'"Dear mamma, do not cry; it is he, it is Julius Winbourne!"
'"Yes, it is he, I know now!" said Mrs. St. Clair, hysterically. "It is Julius Winbourne, thank God! thank God!" and the poor creature seized my hand, and bedewed it with her tears.
