He was guided by Miss Loach all his life, and now she's dead, he goes about like a gaby.

One of those men, sir," explained Susan, "as needs a woman to look after them.

Not like that gentleman," she cast a tender glance at the door, "who can protect the weakest of my sex." Jennings having learned all he could, rose.

"Well, Miss Grant," he said quietly, "I am obliged to you for your frank speaking.

My advice to you is to go home and think no more of Mr.Mallow.