A door flew open, and a lighted passage stood before them.

As soon as they had entered, a stout, elderly servant emerged from behind the door, her face radiant with welcome.
"Eh, bless ye! are ye back again?
I thought I should ha' been lost without ye." She gave Mr Benson a hearty shake of the hand, and kissed Miss Benson warmly; then, turning to Ruth, she said, in a loud whisper, "Who's yon ?" Mr Benson was silent, and walked a step onwards.

Miss Benson said boldly out, "The lady I named in my note, Sally--Mrs Denbigh, a distant relation." "Aye, but you said hoo was a widow.

Is this chit a widow ?" "Yes, this is Mrs Denbigh," answered Miss Benson.
"If I'd been her mother, I'd ha' given her a lollypop instead of a husband.

Hoo looks fitter for it." "Hush! Sally, Sally! Look, there's your master trying to move that heavy box." Miss Benson calculated well when she called Sally's attention to her master; for it was well believed by every one, and by Sally herself, that his deformity was owing to a fall he had had when he was scarcely more than a baby, and entrusted to her care--a little nurse-girl, as she then was, not many years older than himself.