She looked at the young man with questioning bright eyes, as though surprised at his appearance there.
"Does Mrs.Pursill live here ?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," she replied with a trace of hesitation.
The barometer of hope went up several degrees in Charles's breast.

"Could I see her ?" he eagerly said.
"I'll ask, sir.

What name, please ?" "No name.

Mrs.Pursill would not know it.

But my business is very important." The maid looked at him doubtfully, and left him standing there while she disappeared within.