said doubtfully. "It is not possible Mr.
Wynter can be back to-night."

The eldest daughter came to the back of her mother's chair.

"Listen, mamma," she said; "or shall I look if it is papa?"

"No indeed, my dear. It can't be. Walter!" for one of the boys was
cautiously unlatching the door, "come away, I beg."

Meanwhile all listened, so very extraordinary did it seem that anybody
should come unannounced, so late, and on such a night.

Presently the door opened, and everybody's eyes, as well as ears, were
in requisition, though there was only a card to exercise them on.

"A gentleman, ma'am, who says he has come a long way to see master, and
would you speak to him for a moment?"

Mrs. Wynter took up the card, and her daughter read it over her
shoulder.

"Leigh Beresford?" she said. "I do not know the name at all. You said
Mr. Wynter was from home?"

"Yes, ma'am. The gentleman seemed very much put out, and then said could
he see you?"

"I suppose he must;" and Mrs. Wynter began, rather reluctantly, to put
aside her embroidery, and draw up her lace shawl around her shoulders.

"But what a pretty name! Mamma, who can he be?"

"And, mamma, if he is nice bring him in and let us all see him."

"No, don't; we don't want any strangers. What _do_ people come after
dinner for?"

Mrs. Wynter paid no attention to her daughters, but having made up her
mind to it, walked composedly out of the room, and into the one where
Maurice waited. She came in, a fair motherly woman, in satin and lace,
with a certain soft _comfortableness_ about her aspect which seemed an
odd contrast to his impatience. He took pains to speak without hurry or
excitement, but did not, perhaps, altogether succeed.

"I must beg you to pardon me this intrusion," he said. "I hoped to have
found Mr. Wynter at home, and I wished to ask him a question which I
have no doubt you can answer equally well if you will be so good."

"If it relates to business," Mrs. Wynter began, but Maurice interrupted,

"It is only about an address. I have just arrived in England from
Canada; I am an old friend and neighbour of Mrs. Costello, and have
something of importance to communicate to her, will you tell me where
she is?"

Poor Maurice! he had been getting his little speech ready beforehand,
and had made up his mind to speak quite coolly, but somehow the last few
words seemed very much in earnest, and struck Mrs. Wynter as being so.
She looked more closely at h