I alighted and took the bridle off Bendigo's neck over my arm, and asked permission to walk with her.

She said she was going to Harlow House, and would be glad of my company.

As we walked she told me they intended to return there; she said she felt its large rooms with their faded magnificence to be far more respectable than the little modern villa with its creaking floors and rattling windows in which they were living." "She is quite right," said Mrs.Hatton.

"I wonder at them for leaving the old place.

Many a time and oft I have said that." "She told me they had been up there a good deal during the past summer and had enjoyed the peace and solitude of the situation; and the large silent rooms were full of stories, she said--love stories of the old gay Regency days.