adies there. Wherever that fascinating
Gumbo went, he left friends and admirers in the servants'-hall. I think
we said it was on a Wednesday evening he and Mrs. Molly had fetched a
walk together, and they were performing the amiable courtesies incident
upon parting, when Gumbo's master came up, and put an end to their
twilight whisperings and what not.

For many hours on Wednesday, on Thursday, on Friday, a pale little
maiden sate at a window in Lord Wrotham's house, in Hill Street, her
mother and sister wistfully watching her. She would not go out. They
knew whom she was expecting. He passed the door once, and she might
have thought he was coming, but he did not. He went into a neighbouring
house. Papa had never told the girls of the presents which Harry had
sent, and only whispered a word or two to their mother regarding his
quarrel with the young Virginian.

On Saturday night there was an opera of Mr. Handel's, and papa brought
home tickets for the gallery. Hetty went this evening. The change would
do her good, Theo thought, and--and, perhaps there might be Somebody
amongst the fine company; but Somebody was not there; and Mr. Handel's
fine music fell blank upon the poor child. It might have been Signor
Bononcini's, and she would have scarce known the difference.

As the children are undressing and taking off those smart new satin
sacks in which they appeared at the Opera, looking so fresh and so
pretty amongst all the tawdry rouged folks, Theo remarks how very sad
and woebegone Mrs. Molly their maid appears. Theo is always anxious when
other people seem in trouble; not so Hetty, now, who is suffering, poor
thing, one of the most selfish maladies which ever visits mortals. Have
you ever been amongst insane people, and remarked how they never, never
think of any but themselves?

"What is the matter, Molly?" asks kind Theo: and indeed, Molly has been
longing to tell her young ladies. "Oh, Miss Theo! Oh, Miss Hetty!"
she says. "How ever can I tell you? Mr. Gumbo have been here, Mr.
Warrington's coloured gentleman, miss; and he says Mr. Warrington have
been took by two bailiffs this evening, as he comes out of Sir Miles
Warrington's house three doors off."

"Silence!" cries Theo, quite sternly. Who is it that gives those three
shrieks? It is Mrs. Molly, who chooses to scream, because Miss Hetty has
fallen fainting from her chair.

CHAPTER XLV. In which Harry finds two Uncles

We have all of us, no doubt,