shamed for him!" was the secret
cry down in the depths of her heart. Dolly would not speak it out ever,
even to herself, but it was there, all the same; and it tortured her,
with a nameless, exquisite torture, under which she mentally writhed,
without being able to get the least relief. Every surge of the old love
and reverence broke on those sharp rocks of pain more hopelessly. "O
father!--O father!" she cried silently, with a pitiful vain appeal
which could never be heard.

And then the practical question came back, taking away her breath. What
was she to do? If they did not stay too long in Dresden they would have
enough money to pay their lodging-bill and go, she calculated, half the
way to Venice. What then? And if Mr. Copley met them in Venice,
according to promise, who would assure her that he would then come
provided with the necessary funds? and what if he failed to come?

Dolly started up, feeling that she could not sit any longer thinking
about it; her nerves were getting into a hard knot. She would not
think; she busied herself in making her mother and herself ready for
their morning's excursion. And Lawrence came with a carriage; and they
set off. It was a lovely day, and certainly the drive was all it had
promised; and Dolly barred off thought, and _would_ look and enjoy and
talk and make others enjoy; so the first part of the day passed very
well. Dolly would make no arrangements for the afternoon, and Mrs.
Copley was able for no more that day.

But when the early dinner was over, Dolly asked Rupert to walk with
her. Rupert was always ready, and gave a delighted assent.

"Are you going out again? and to leave me all alone?" said Mrs. Copley.

"You will be lying down, mother dear; you will not want me; and I have
business on hand, that I must attend to."

"I don't see what business," said Mrs. Copley fretfully; "and you can't
do anything here, in a strange place. You'd better get Mr. St. Leger to
do it for you."

"He cannot do my work," said Dolly lightly.

"But you had better wait and take him along, Dolly. He knows where to
go."

"So do I, mother. I want Rupert this time, and not Mr. St. Leger. You
sleep till I come back."

Dolly had said she meant business, but at first going out things did
not look like it. She went slowly and silently along the streets, not
attending much to what she was passing, Rupert thought; till they
arrived at an open spot from which the view of the river, with the