When Iris asked for Mr.Arthur Mountjoy the reply was: "Not at home." The housekeeper inhospitably attempted to close the door.

"Wait one moment," Iris said.

"Years have changed you; but there is something in your face which is not quite strange to me.

Are you Mrs.Lewson ?" The woman admitted that this was her name.

"But how is it that you are a stranger to me ?" she asked distrustfully.
"If you have been long in Mr.Mountjoy's service," Iris replied, "you may perhaps have heard him speak of Miss Henley ?" Mrs.Lewson's face brightened in an instant; she threw the door wide open with a glad cry of recognition.
"Come in, Miss, come in! Who would have thought of seeing you in this horrible place?
Yes; I was the nurse who looked after you all three--when you and Mr.Arthur and Mr.Hugh were playfellows together." Her eyes rested longingly on her favourite of bygone days.