CHAPTER XXVII.
THE LIGHTS WERE DIM.
Early on that very morning Miss Hart tapped at Mrs.Bell's door.

That good lady was not fully dressed, but she appeared in a voluminous morning robe to answer her young visitor's summons.
"I am going away, Mrs.Bell," said Miss Hart.
"Oh, my dear!" Mrs.Bell's full-moon face turned absolutely pale.

"Going away, my love!" she said.

She thought of her private hoard, not nearly large enough, and her voice became absolutely pathetic.

"Going away, Miss Hart?
I'm truly grieved to hear it.