of a motor car was heard
outside. Nora rushed to the door, saying, "That's Mrs. Waring-Gaunt."
But she returned hastily with heightened colour.

"Larry," she said, "it's that Mr. Wakeham."

"Wakeham," cried Larry. "What's got him up so early, I wonder?" with a
swift look at Jane.

"I wonder," said Nora, giving Jane a little dig.

"I thought I would just run up and see if you had all got home safely
last night," they heard his great voice booming outside to Larry.

"My, but he is anxious," said Nora.

"But who is he, Nora?" inquired her mother.

"A friend of Jane's, and apparently terribly concerned about her
welfare."

"Stop, Nora," said Jane, flushing a fiery red. "Don't be silly. He is a
young man whom we met on the train, Mrs. Gwynne, a friend of some of our
Winnipeg friends."

"We shall be very glad to have him stay with us, my dear," said Mrs.
Gwynne. "Go and bring him in."

"Go on, Jane," said Nora.

"Now, Nora, stop it," said Jane. "I will get really cross with you.
Hush, there he is."

The young man seemed to fill up the door with his bulk. "Mr. Wakeham,"
said Larry, as the young fellow stood looking around on the group with
a frank, expansive smile upon his handsome face. As his eye fell upon
a little lady the young man seemed to come to attention. Insensibly he
appeared to assume an attitude of greater respect as he bowed low over
her hand.

"I hope you will pardon my coming here so early in the morning," he said
with an embarrassed air. "I have the honour of knowing your guests."

"Any friend of our guests is very welcome here, Mr. Wakeham," said Mrs.
Gwynne, smiling at him with gentle dignity.

"Good morning, Mr. Wakeham," said Jane, coming forward with outstretched
hand. "You are very early in your calls. You could not have slept very
much."

"No, indeed," replied Mr. Wakeham, "and that is one reason why I waked
so early. My bed was not so terribly attractive."

"Oh," exclaimed Nora in a disappointed tone, as she shook hands with
him, "we thought you were anxious to see us."

"Quite right," said the young man, holding her hand and looking boldly
into her eyes. "I have come to see you."

Before his look Nora's saucy eyes fell and for some unaccountable
reason her usually ready speech forsook her. Mr. Wakeham fell into easy
conversation with Mr. Gwynne and Dr. Brown concerning mining matters, in
which he was especially interested. He had spent an hour about the Manor
Mine and there h