-this baseness
on your father's part."

Here her eyes, turned with a sudden swift flash of agony upon him, said
as plainly as eyes could speak--

"Need you ask?"

"No, you could not have guessed it," continued Sandy, replying to this
mute, though beautiful appeal, almost with tears. "You are Mr. Harman's
only child. Now I daresay you are a good bit of an idol with him. I know
how I'd worship a fine lassie like you if I had her. Well, well, miss: I
don't want to pain you, but when young things come all on a heap on a
great wrong like you have done to-day, they're apt, whatever their
former love, to be a bit, just a bit, too hard. They do things, in their
first agony, that they are sorry enough for by and by. Now, miss, what I
want to say is this, that I won't take down your father's address to-day
nor listen indeed to anything you may tell me about him. I want you to
sleep it over, miss. Of course something must be done, but if you will
sleep it over, and I, Sandy Wilson sleep it over too, we'll come
together over the business with our heads a deal clearer than we could
when we both felt scared, so to speak, as we doubtless do just at
present. I won't move hand or foot in the matter until I see you again,
Miss Harman, When do you think you will be able to see me again?"

"Will this hour to-morrow do?"

"Yes; I shall be quite at your service. And as we may want to look at
that will again, suppose we meet just here, miss?"

"I will be here at this hour to-morrow," said Charlotte, and as she
spoke she pulled out her watch to mark the exact time. "It is a quarter
past four now," she said; "I will meet you here at this hour to-morrow,
at a quarter past four."

"Very well, young lady, and may God help you! If I might express a wish
for you, it is that you may have a good hard cry between now and then.
When I was told, and quite sudden like too, that my little sister, Daisy
Wilson, was dead nothing took off the pressure from my heart and brain
like a good hearty cry. So I wish you the same. They say women need it
more than men."

CHAPTER XXXV.

DAN'S WIFE

Charlotte watched Wilson out of the square, then she slowly followed
him. The numbness of that dead youth was still oppressing her heart and
brain. But she remembered that the carriage must be waiting for her on
the Embankment, also that her father--she gasped a little as the thought
of her father came to her--that her father would have returned from the