"No, no, of course not; why, he's only poor Mr.Dove--a friend of mine." When Daisy reached Miss Egerton's and found herself seated in that lady's cosy little drawing-room, with sponge-cakes _ad libitum_ to eat, and Noel sitting by and willing to give up all his time to her benefit, she cheered up wonderfully; a faint color came to her white little cheeks, and Miss Egerton, as she passed the open drawing-room door, heard one or two silvery peals of laughter coming from her lips.
"Bless the child!" thought the kind woman; "how much better she is when she is out of that house.

What nice influence that good fellow, Arthur, has over her.

I do trust the silly little one will soon give up her fancies--for they surely can be nothing but fancies--and come to live with me." But when the twilight fell Daisy ceased to laugh, the anxious and troubled look returned to her face, and after a time she said to Arthur, in her pretty coaxing way-- "Take me home now, please, Mr.Prince." Two days afterwards Noel called at the girls' lodgings Daisy alone was in, but to all his entreaties she now turned a deaf ear.

No, she did not want to go out; she would rather stay in her own dear, nice old attics; she was never so happy anywhere as in her own attics.

She was very fond of Miss Egerton, but she did not think she would like to live with her.