In one of these trios when Mr. Hardy happened to remark that he would like to know what the movements of the Ogilvies would be, and what address they gave for letters when they were away, Joy answered:
"Daddy always has our letters sent to Brown Shipleys in Pall Mall. But we shall be moving about a good deal I expect. Mother has to take baths at Ischia again, and one of us will stay with her; but Daddy wants to go about a bit and see something of England. He is set on seeing the Border counties this summer."
"Then how am I to know where you are?" he asked impulsively. With a bright smile Joy nodded over to Miss Hayes:
"You had better ask Aunt Judy. She might keep you advised. She's the letterwriter of the family!"
When in her turn Joy had moved away on some little domestic duty he turned to Judy and said:
"Won't you let me know the moves on the board, Miss Hayes. It would be very kind of you." He looked so earnest over it that she felt her heart flutter. She said at once:
"Of course I shall, if you will let me have an address to write to." He had evidently thought over this part of the matter, for he took from his pocketbook a card on which he had written below his printed name: care Jonathan Goldsworth. Solicitor. 47B Lincoln's Inn Fields, London, W. C. That will always find me. I may be away or travelling; but my letters are sent on every day."
Judy thanked him, and seeing that Joy was out of earshot added on her own account:
"It is only right that you, who did so much for my dear niece—and so for us all—should know at least where she is."
"Thank you very, very much!" said Athlyne impulsively. He had all an Irishman's instinctive knowledge of woman's character and felt that Judy was to be trusted, that she was heart-wholly devoted to her niece. On her part Judy
