He unlocked the door as he put the question, and waving his long, white hand towards the room, added, "Will you not come in ?" Derrick stepped into the plain, meagrely-furnished room, and took the seat to which Mr.Clendon motioned him.

The old man set the parcel and violin-case on the table and, taking a chair, sat with his back to the light and waited in silence.
"I am afraid I am intruding," said Derrick, still with that deferential note in his voice.

"I shall be glad if you can tell me if the young lady is still living above you." "Why do you ask ?" said Mr.Clendon.

"Forgive me, you have not yet mentioned her name." "I don't know it," said Derrick; "but I may say that I am a friend of hers.

I have every reason to be, for she did me a great service.