But Jael only stared, rather stupidly.

By-and-by she said she must go now.
"Henry shall take you home, dear." "Nay, I can go by myself." "It is raining a little, he will take you home in the cab." "Nay, I've got legs of my own," said the rustic.
"Henry, dear," said the lady, quietly, "take her home in the cab, and then come back to me." At the gate of Woodbine Villa, Jael said "it was not good-night this time; it was good-by: she was going home for Patty's marriage." "But you will come back again ?" said Henry.
"Nay, father would be all alone.

You'll not see me here again, unless you were in sorrow or sickness." "Ah, that's like you, Jael.

Good-by then, and God bless you wherever you go." Jael summoned all her fortitude, and shook hands with him in silence.
They parted, and she fought down her tears, and he went gayly home to his mother.

She told him she had made several visits, and been cordially received.