voice that seemed like the echo of some sorrowful story.

"Are you sure that you have no other name than Janet Hope?" he asked,
presently.

"None, sir, that I know of. I have been called Janet Hope ever since I
can remember."

"But about your parents? What were they called, and where did they
live?"

"I know nothing whatever about them except what Sister Agnes told me
yesterday."

"And she said--what?"

"That my father was drowned abroad several years ago, and that my mother
died a year later."

"Poverina! But it is strange that Sister Agnes should have known your
parents. Perhaps she can supply the missing link. The mention of her
name reminds me that I have not yet sent word to Deepley Walls that you
are safe and sound at Rose Cottage. Geordie must start without a
moment's delay. I am an old friend of Lady Chillington, my dear, so that
she will be quite satisfied when she learns that you are under my roof."

"But, sir, when shall I see the gentleman who got me out of the water?"
I asked.

"What, Geordie? Oh, you'll see Geordie in the morning, never fear! A