"Will you wait for me, or come in ?" Rosamund followed her friend into the shop.

Absorbed in thought, she scarcely raised her eyes, until a voice from behind the counter replied to Bertha's "Good-morning"; then, suddenly looking up, she saw that which held her motionless.

For a moment she gazed like a startled deer; the next her eyes fell, her face turned away; she fled out into the street.
And there Bertha found her, a few yards from the shop.
"Why did you run away ?" Rosamund had a dazed look.
"Who was that behind the counter ?" she asked, under her breath.
"Mr.Jollyman.

Why ?" The other walked on.

Bertha kept at her side.
"What's the matter ?" "Bertha--Mr.Jollyman is Mr.Warburton." "Nonsense!" "But he _is_! Here's the explanation--here's the mystery.