ight, and ran away upstairs to
her own cozy room, where, although it was May time, a bright little wood
fire was burning in the fire-place to correct the dampness of the air.

"Well," she said, with her silent laugh, as she began to take off her
sodden shoes, "it was worth the wetting to walk home with Alden Lytton,
and to make one step of progress toward my object."

And the thought comforted her more than did the silver mug of hot spiced
wine that the little page presently brought her.

A few days after this she met Alden Lytton again, by accident, at the
house of a mutual friend. Alden came up to her and, after the usual
greeting, said:

"I have received a short note from Miss Cavendish inquiring of me
whether I had delivered her letter to you, and saying that she had
received no answer from you, and indeed no news of you since your
departure from Blue Cliffs. Now if I had not supposed that you would
have answered Miss Emma's letter immediately I should certainly have
written myself to relieve her anxiety on your account."

"Oh, indeed I beg her pardon and yours! But I have sprained the
fore-finger of my right hand and can not write at all. Otherwise I am
quite well. Pray write and explain this to Emma, with my love, and my
promise to write to her as soon as my finger gets well," said Mary Grey.

And then she arose to take leave of her hostess, and, with a distant bow
to Alden Lytton, she left the house.

Two days after this she received a very kind letter from Miss Cavendish
expressing much regret to hear of her disabled hand, and affectionately
inquiring of her when she should return to Blue Cliffs, adding that Mrs.
Fanning had arrived, and was then domiciled at the house; and, though a
widow and an invalid, she was a very agreeable companion.

This letter also inclosed a check for the amount of the quarterly
allowance Emma Cavendish wasted upon Mary Grey.

"For whether you abandon us or not, dear Mrs. Grey, or wherever you may
be, so long as I can reach you I will send you this quarterly sum, which
I consider yours of right," she wrote. And with more expressions of
kindness and affection the letter closed.

This letter was a great relief to Mary Grey's anxiety; for now that this
worshiper of mammon was sure of her income she had no fears for the
future.

But she dared not herself answer the letter. While Mrs. Fanning should
remain at Blue Cliffs, Mary Grey must not let her handwriting go there,
lest i