perhaps throw some light on the mystery. We can only suppose that Kirkwood has acted from the highest motives, but I really think—well, well, we won’t talk of it any more. I was led to this subject from speaking of this poor girl’s position. I wonder whether it will be possible for her to continue to live in your friendly care, Mrs. Byass?”
“Oh, I shall be only too glad, Mr. Snowdon!”
“Now how kind that is of you! Of course she wouldn’t want more than two rooms.”
“Of course not.”
Joseph was going further into details, when a latch-key was heard opening the front-door. Jane entered hurriedly. The rapid walk had brought colour to her cheek; in her simple mourning attire she looked very interesting, very sweet and girlish. She had been shedding tears, and it was with unsteady voice that she excused herself for keeping her father waiting.
“Never mind that, my dear,” replied Joseph, as be kissed her cheek. “You have been doing good—unselfish as always. Sit down and rest; you must be careful not to overexert yourself.”
