encountered in the crowd a man in livery, and found from him that he was
Lady Ongar's servant. "I have come to meet Lady Ongar," said Harry, "and
have got a carriage for her." Then the servant found his mistress, and
Harry offered his hand to a tall woman in black. She wore a black straw
bat with a veil, but the veil was so thick that Harry could not at all
see her face.

"Is that Mr. Clavering?" said she.

"Yes," said Harry, "it is I. Your sister asked me to take rooms for you,
and as I was in town I thought I might as well meet you to see if you
wanted anything. Can I get the luggage?"

"Thank you; the man will do that. He knows where the things are."

"I ordered a carriage; shall I show him where it is? Perhaps you will
let me take you to it? They are so stupid here. They would not let me
bring it up."

"It will do very well I'm sure. It's very kind of you. The rooms are in
Bolton street. I have the number here. Oh! thank you." But she would not
take his arm. So he led the way, and stood at the door while she got
into the carriage with her maid. "I'd better show the man where you are
now." This he did, and afterward shook hands with her through the
carriage window. This was all he saw of her, and the words which have
been repeated were all that were spoken. Of her face he had not caught a
glimpse.

As he went home to his lodgings he was conscious that the interview had
not been satisfactory. He could not say what more he wanted, but he felt