June felt a wild excitement, as she stood waiting for the answer to her ring. The stress of events had buoyed her up, but with Elbert no longer at her side and the door of a strange house confronting her, trolls were loose once more in her brain. A fresh wave of panic surged through her, and again she feared that she was going to faint.
The prompt opening of the door by a gravely dignified manservant acted as a strong restorative. June mustered the force of will to ask if she could see Miss Babraham. Such a request, made in a nervous and excited manner, gave pause to the footman, who at first could not bring himself to invite her into the large dimly lighted hall. Finally he did so; closed the door against the fog, and then asked her name with an air of profound disapproval, which at any other time must have proved highly embarrassing.
"I'm Miss Gedge," said June. "From the second-*hand shop in New Cross Street. Miss Babraham'll remember me."
The servant slowly repeated the fragmentary words in a low voice of cutting emphasis. "I'm afraid," he said, while his eye descended to June's shoes and up again, "Miss Babraham will not be able to see you to-night. However, I'll inquire."
Superciliously the footman crossed the hall, to dis-
