moment.

Then I looked at the chair which was being carried along; and by a
large chip on one of the legs I knew it was my father's old arm-chair.

And in the chair I saw Rupert in his shirt and trousers, and Henrietta
in a petticoat and an out-door jacket, with so white a face that even
the firelight seemed to give it no colour, and on her lap was Baby
Cecil in his night-gown, with black smut marks on his nose and chin.




CHAPTER XV.

HENRIETTA'S DIARY--A GREAT EMERGENCY.


Rupert never was a fellow who could give descriptions of things, and
Henrietta was ill for some time after the fire, and Mr. Bustard said
she wasn't to talk about it.

But she knew I wanted to know, so one day when she was down-stairs
with me in the "Miniature Room" (it was at the Castle) she gave me a
manuscript book, and said, "It's my diary, Charlie, so I know you
won't look. But I've put in two marks for the beginning and end of the
bit about the fire. I wrote it that evening, you know, before Mr.
Bustard came, and my head got so bad."

Of course I made her show me exactly where to begin and leave off, and