CHAPTER IX.
Mrs.Fleming was not at her ease with me.

I found her several times watching me with a curious, intent gaze, seeking, as it were, to pierce my thoughts, to dive into my motives, but always puzzled--even as I was puzzled over her.

That round of visiting made me more loath than ever to believe that I was right.

Such gentle thought and care, such consideration, such real charity, I had never seen before.

I was not surprised when Lance told me that she was considered quite an angel by the poor.