, I can tell you. There!
that's her bell--ring-ring-ring! And here comes David."

David was the man-servant, and tapped sharply at the door.

"Mistress Graves, are you here? Is Miss Mainwaring here? She is wanted
by her ladyship in the sitting-room--_now_," he added--"this instant. Do
ye hear?"

"Yes, I am not deaf," was Graves' retort; "so you needn't make a noise
like so many penny trumpets. You had better change your dress, my dear.
Here is your blue skirt and flowered-chintz gown--and your hair is all
falling down. Come!"

Griselda was putting away the money she had received for her jewels, and
then submitted to Graves' hands, as she changed her morning-gown for a
pretty toilette of chintz and under-skirt of blue brocade.

"I must be quick, or she will ring again," Graves said. "There! I
thought so"--for again the querulous bell sounded, and hurrying feet
were heard on the stairs.

"Her ladyship is in a regular passion," David said, through the door.
"You'll repent it, Graves, as sure as you are alive."

"Hold your tongue, and be off," was the reply; "I can take care of
myself, by your leave!"

David grumbled a reply, and again departed.

In other times, Griselda would have shown some sign of desire to avert
the storm of Lady Betty's anger; but to-day she went through her
toilette without any undue haste.

"Graves," she said, "I want you to go to Crown Alley for me, and see a
poor, man who is dying, and take him some comforts. Surely there are
plenty of wasted luxuries that might be of use to him! And, Graves, he
has a dear little girl--such a clever child!--and as lovely as an angel,
though half-starved. Graves, will you take some of that mock-turtle soup
and a bottle of wine before night to No. 6, Crown Alley?"

"Well, to say the truth, Miss Griselda, I ain't partial to low places
like Crown Alley, and----"

"But you might talk to the man of good things--you might tell him of the
love of God."

Graves shrugged her shoulders.

"I must tell him first of the wrath of God--poor dying creature!--if he
has been mixed up with theatre folk. It's awful to think of him!"

"Do go--to please _me_, dear Graves," Griselda said. With a sudden
impulse, she stooped and kissed her rugged face as Graves bent down to
arrange a knot of ribbon on the chintz bodice. "Oh, Graves, I am so
happy! I want to make someone else happy. Don't you understand? Do go;
and take what you can in your hand. Now, what do I care for sc