hat some mistake had
been made."

"I am very sorry you had to suffer this annoyance, immediately upon your
arrival here too," said Emma, regretfully.

"Oh, it did not last long! About noon the landlord, Greenfield, rapped
at my door and told me that the Blue Cliffs carriage had come, and that
the ostler was watering the horses while the coachman was taking a glass
of beer at the bar."

"Jerome had doubtless taken our visitors to the station, and called at
the Reindeer to refresh himself and his horses."

"Yes, I suppose so. Almost at the same moment that the landlord came to
my door to announce the carriage, I heard some one else, under my
window, saying to the coachman that there was a lady here waiting to be
taken to Blue Cliffs; and I went down and got into the carriage with bag
and baggage. Jerome, if that's his name, very gravely, with a silent
bow, put up the steps and closed the door and mounted his box and drove
off."

"But you must have left some baggage behind."

"Yes, three trunks; one very large. Mr. Greenfield, of the Reindeer,
promised to send them right after me in his wagon."

While they had been speaking, Emma Cavendish had touched the bell and
given a whispered order to the servant who answered it.

So now the second footman, Peter, appeared with a waiter in his hands,
on which was served tea, toast, a broiled squab and glass of currant
jelly.

This was set upon a stand beside Mrs. Fanning's easy-chair.

"I think that you had better take something before you go upstairs,"
said the young hostess, kindly, as she poured out a cup of tea.

Consumptives are almost always hungry and thirsty, as if nature
purposely created an unusual appetite for nourishment in order to supply
the excessive waste of tissue caused by the malady.

And so Mrs. Fanning really enjoyed the delicate luncheon set before her
so much that she finished the squab, the jelly, the toast and the tea.

When she had been offered and had refused a second supply, Emma proposed
that she should go up to her room, and she took her at once to the
beautiful corner chamber, with its southern and eastern aspect, that had
been fitted up for her.

Here she found that her traveling-trunks, which had already arrived from
Wendover, were placed.

And here, when she had changed her traveling-dress for a loose wrapper,
she laid down on a lounge to rest, while Emma darkened the room and left
her to repose.

Miss Cavendish went straight to