of the traffic in harmonious motion he
returned to his island, and was not sorry to receive the dignified
greeting of Sir Richard Brandon, while he was delighted as well as
amused by the enthusiastic grasp with which Di seized his huge hand in
both of her little ones, and the earnest manner in which she inquired
after his health, and if she had hurt him much.

"Did they put you to bed and give you hot gruel?" she asked, with
touching pathos.

"No, miss, they didn't think I was hurt quite enough to require it,"
answered Giles, his drooping moustache curling slightly as he spoke.

"I had hoped to see you at my house," said Sir Richard, "you did not
call."

"Thank you, sir, I did not think the little service I rendered your
daughter worth making so much of. I called, however, the same evening,
to inquire for her, but did not wish to intrude on you."

"It would have been no intrusion, friend," returned Sir Richard, with
grand condescension. "One who has saved my child's life has a claim
upon my consideration."

"A dook 'e must be," said a small street boy in a loud stage whisper to
a dray-man--for small street-boys are sown broadcast in London, and turn
up at all places on every occasion, "or p'raps," he added on reflection,
"'e's on'y a markiss."

"Now then," said Giles to the dray-man with a motion of the hand that
caused him to move on, while he cast a look on the boy which induced him
to move off.

"By the way, constable," said Sir Richard, "I am on my way to visit a
poor boy whose leg was broken on the day my pony ran away. He was
holding the pony at the time. He lives in Whitechapel somewhere. I
have the address here in my note-book."

"Excuse me, sir, one moment," said Number 666, going towards a crowd
which had gathered round a fallen horse. "I happen to be going to that
district myself," he continued on returning, "what is the boy's name?"

"Robert--perhaps I should rather say Bobby Frog," answered Sir Richard.

"The name is familiar," returned the policeman, "but in London there are
so many--what's his address, sir,--Roy's Court, near Commercial Street?
Oh! I know it well--one of the worst parts of London. I know the boy
too. He is somewhat noted in that neighbourhood for giving the police
trouble. Not a bad-hearted fellow, I believe, but full of mischief, and
has been brought up among thieves from his birth. His father is, or
was, a bird-fancier and seller of penny articles on the streets,