Frances, when in trouble, went out of doors among the trees as naturally as other women take to their beds.

Lisa's sharp eyes saw her sitting in the Green Park as they passed.

The mist, which was heavy as rain, hung in drops on the stretches of sward and filled the far aisles of trees with a soft gray vapor.

The park was deserted but for an old man who asked Mrs.Waldeaux for the penny's hire for her chair.

As he hobbled away, he looked back at her curiously.
"She gave him a shilling!" exclaimed Lisa, as he passed them.