The figures of the two girls, with Da Souza standing now between them, were silhouetted against the window.
His face grew dark and fierce.
"Faugh!" he exclaimed, "what a kennel I have made of my house! What a low-down thing I have begun to make of life! Yet--I was a beggar--and I am a millionaire.

Is it harder to change oneself?
To-morrow"-- he looked hard at the place where she had sat--"to-morrow I will ask her!" On his way back to the house a little cloaked figure stepped out from behind a shrub.

He looked at her in amazement.

It was the little brown girl, and her eyes were wet with tears.
"Listen," she said quickly.

"I have been waiting to speak to you! I want to say goodbye and to thank you.