Go and see, and send her away.' He had forgotten that he was listening for Gretchen, and when Charles, who had opened the door cautiously and described the intruder, said to him.

'It is that woman's child.

Shall I let her in?
She is a pretty little thing,' he replied, 'Let her in?
No; why should you and why is she allowed to prowl around the house?
Tell her to go away.' So Jerry was sent away with a troubled disappointed look in her little face, and as the chill March night came on and the dark shades crept into the room and Gretchen's picture gradually faded from sight in the gathering gloom until it seemed only a confused mixture of lead and glass, Arthur felt colder, and drearier, and more wretched than he had ever felt before.

It was a genuine case of homesickness, if one can be homesick who is in his own house, surrounded by every possible comfort and luxury.

He was tired, and sick, and disappointed, and his head was aching terribly, while thoughts of the past were crowding his brain where the light of reason seemed struggling to reinstate itself.