He was in the midst of a hearty laugh, but when he saw Charlotte there was a sudden and wonderful transformation in his face.

It grew in a moment much finer, more thoughtful, wistful, human.

He sprang forward, took her in his arms, and kissed her.

Then he held her from him a little, looked at her again, and kissed her again; and with that last kiss he whispered, "You good sister.

You saved me, Charlotte, with that five hundred pounds." "I would have given it had it been my all, it been fifty times as much, Harry." There was no need to say another word.