The books were in the room where she sat; but nobody came up.
She rang the bell.
'There is some person waiting at the door,' she said.
'O no, ma'am! He's gone long ago.

I answered it.' Mrs.Hooper came in herself.
'So disappointing!' she said.

'Mr.Trewe not coming after all!' 'But I heard him knock, I fancy!' 'No; that was somebody inquiring for lodgings who came to the wrong house.

I forgot to tell you that Mr.Trewe sent a note just before lunch to say I needn't get any tea for him, as he should not require the books, and wouldn't come to select them.' Ella was miserable, and for a long time could not even re-read his mournful ballad on 'Severed Lives,' so aching was her erratic little heart, and so tearful her eyes.

When the children came in with wet stockings, and ran up to her to tell her of their adventures, she could not feel that she cared about them half as much as usual.
* * * * * 'Mrs.Hooper, have you a photograph of--the gentleman who lived here ?' She was getting to be curiously shy in mentioning his name.
'Why, yes.