Do you know"-- and here her voice changed--"that I saw you a few weeks ago.

You did not see me, and I could not speak; you were with some friends." Leah's manner was so significant and pregnant with meaning that Malcolm gazed at her inquiringly.
"I do not remember; I have so many friends," he observed in a puzzled tone.
"You had been to see those French pictures in the new gallery," she returned, "and a lady was waiting for you in her carriage." Then a sudden light broke in upon Malcolm.
"It must have been my mother!" he exclaimed, and then he stopped a little awkwardly, for of course he remembered now; but she finished his sentence quite calmly.
"Yes, he was there--Mr.Templeton, I mean; he was talking to a girl with fair hair, and with such a nice face--not pretty, but sweet and good; and they were laughing together.

I could hear him laugh quite distinctly--my hansom was so close." "Good heavens! what an escape," Malcolm said to himself inwardly; "it was a near thing." Then aloud, "That was Anna Sheldon, my adopted sister; she is the dearest girl in the world; but you are right, she is not really pretty." "They seemed very happy," returned Leah, but her voice was full of wistful pain.
Malcolm, who was a fellow-sufferer, understood in a moment what she was feeling, and his kind heart prompted the remedy.
"Cedric has been a great deal with them lately," he said quietly; "my mother and Anna know all about his trouble; and they are very kind to him.

It is good for him to be with friends who can make allowances for him, and help him." "But he seemed happy," persisted the poor girl; "and--and--Miss Sheldon will soon make him forget things." But Malcolm shook his head.
"I am afraid not," he returned rather sadly; "Cedric is by no means happy, though we all do our best to make him so.

He has had a great shock, Miss Jacobi, and in spite of his youth he has suffered much.