upset--"

"Of course, of course!" said Mr. Medwin, soothingly--"I quite
understand! Please say I called! Mr. Clifford--"

A figure stepped out from the interior darkness of the shadowed
hall towards him.

"I am here," said Robin, gently--"Did you wish to speak to me?
This is a house of heavy mourning to-day!"

The young man's voice shook,--he was deadly pale, and there was a
strained look in his eyes of unshed tears. Mr. Medwin was
conscious of nervous embarrassment.

"Indeed, indeed I know it is!" he murmured--"I feel for you most
profoundly! So sudden a shock too!--I--I thought that perhaps Miss
Jocelyn--a young girl struck by her first great loss and sorrow,
might like to see me--"

Robin Clifford looked at him in silence for a moment. The
consolations of the Church! Would they mean anything to Innocent?
He wondered.

"I will ask her," he said at last, abruptly--"Will you step
inside?"

Mr. Medwin accepted the suggestion, taking off his hat as he
crossed the threshold, and soon found himself in the quaint
sitting-room where, but two days since, Hugo Jocelyn had told