e are talking of the Coast
already, but perhaps we shall fall in love with the Crescent a second
time through you. Eh, my dear?' she said, with a nod. 'Well, here we
are.'

The carriage drew up before the steps of a handsome house, the door was
opened, and a dainty maid ran down to take the wraps. Gladys looked at
her curiously, and thought of Walter. Well, it was a great change.
Gladys had an eye for the beautiful, and the arrangement of the hall,
with its soft rugs, carved furniture, and green plants, with gleams of
statuary here and there, rested and delighted her.

'We'll just go to the drawing-room at once. My girls will be out of all
patience for tea,' said Mrs. Fordyce. 'Nay, my dear, don't shrink. I
assure you they are happy, kind-hearted girls, just like yourself.'

Gladys long remembered her first introduction to the brighter side of
life. She followed Mrs. Fordyce somewhat timidly into a large and
handsome room, and saw at the farther end, near the fireplace, a dainty
tea-table spread, and a young girl in a blue serge gown cutting a cake
into a silver basket. Another knelt at the fire. Gladys was struck by
the exceeding grace of her attitude, though she could not see her face.

'My dears,' said Mrs. Fordyce quickly, 'here we are. I hope tea is
ready? We are quite ready for it.'

'It has been up an age, mamma; Mina and I were thinking to ring for some
fresh tea. Is this Miss Graham?'

It was the one who had been kneeling by the fire who spoke, and she came
forward frankly and with a pleasant smile, though her eyes keenly noted
every detail of the stranger's appearance and attire.

'This is Clara, my elder daughter, my dear; and this is Mina. Is Leonard
not home?'

'Yes, but he won't come up. Leonard is our brother,' Clara explained to
Gladys,--'rather a spoiled boy, and he is mortally afraid of new girls,
as he calls them. But you will see him at dinner.'

In spite of a natural stateliness of look and manner, Clara had a kind
way with her. She took off their guest's cloak, and drew a comfortable
chair forward to the tea-table, while her sister made out the tea.

'Where's papa? Did he not come with you?' she asked her mother, leaving
Gladys a moment to herself.

'No; he went off at St. Vincent Street. He has been away from business
all day, you know.'

'Oh yes. This has been a sad day for you,' said Clara sympathetically,
turning to Gladys. 'Mamma has told us how lonely you are, but we shall
try