shaking all over. Norah was angry with herself for growing impatient of
the length of time that long lingering gaze lasted. She thought that she
waited for full half-an-hour before Frank stirred. And then--instead of
going away--he sank down on his knees by the bedside, and buried his face
in the clothes. Little Ailsie stirred uneasily. Norah pulled him up in
terror. She could afford no more time even for prayer in her extremity
of fear; for surely the next moment would bring her mistress home. She
took him forcibly by the arm; but, as he was going, his eye lighted on
the other bed: he stopped. Intelligence came back into his face. His
hands clenched.

"His child?" he asked.

"Her child," replied Norah. "God watches over him," said she
instinctively; for Frank's looks excited her fears, and she needed to
remind herself of the Protector of the helpless.

"God has not watched over me," he said, in despair; his thoughts
apparently recoiling on his own desolate, deserted state. But Norah had
no time for pity. To-morrow she would be as compassionate as her heart
prompted. At length she guided him downstairs and shut the outer door
and bolted it--as if by bolts to keep out facts.

Then she went back into the dining-room and effaced all traces of his
presence as far as she could. She went upstairs to the nursery and sate
there, her head on her hand, thinking what was to come of all this
misery. It seemed to her very long before they did return; yet it was
hardly eleven o'clock. She so heard the loud, hearty Lancashire voices
on the stairs; and, for the first time, she understood the contrast of
the desolation of the poor man who had so lately gone forth in lonely