decidedly original, and the
numerous songs and choruses prevented attention from wandering. When it
came to the turn of the Giant with his "Fe-fo-fum," the boys in the back
rows stamped with their feet to emphasise the words, and it was the
prettiest thing in the world to see Hope shaking with laughter even as
she sang, and nodding encouragement with her golden head.

"Pretty dear!" said the hostess to some one who stood well back in the
shadow of the doorway. "How _blase_ you men are! The idea of
describing her to me in that callous manner! I could sit and look at
her all night."

"Very pleasant for you; but, if I might make a suggestion, this must be
tiring work for her. When Princess Chrystal is safely married I'll take
her downstairs and administer refreshment. As I suggested this
entertainment, I am anxious to hear how it is catching on, and I haven't
seen her since she left The Shanty."

Mrs Welsby looked up keenly, but the dark face beside her was as
inscrutable as ever. It was not like Ralph to trouble himself about a
girl, still less to volunteer excuses for his actions, and she watched
curiously to see the meeting between the pair at the conclusion of the
story-telling.

"You!" cried Hope, in astonishment, as she made her way past the
applauding children and came out into the refreshing coolness of the
hall. She stood still, looking at him with wide, startled eyes. "I
never saw you. I thought you were not here."

"I kept out of sight on purpose, in case it might make you nervous to
see some one whom you knew. Now, will you come downstairs and let me
get you some refreshment after your arduous labours! I am sure you must
need it."

Hope looked round with uncertain glance. "I--I think I do, but will it
be right? Do you think I _ought_?"

"Right! Ought! Miss Charrington, what do you mean? Take my arm now,
at any rate, and explain when you are comfortably seated. A matter of
conscience cannot be discussed in this deafening noise. There is a
grandfather's chair in the corner of the dining-room, which I can
confidently recommend."

It was like a revival of old times to be waited upon with such care and
consideration, and being ordered not to speak a word until she had been
fed and rested. Hope sipped her wine and ate sandwiches in a dream of
happiness. Mr Merrilies had not forgotten her question, however, and
presently she found herself called upon for an explanation.

"I'm so new t