"I could not help thinking how little you can see of what her life all
these years has been--you with your young sheltered life."

Gloria's face softened. "No; one cannot discern--that is, I mean I
could not before to-day. But anything seems possible after all that has
happened to-day."

It was while Gloria was standing on her own steps, having watched the
District Nurse close her door, that she caught sight of a little figure
flying up the street. It was Dinney. She waited impatiently for his
approach.

"I've got it, Miss Gloria!" he said, coming panting up the steps. "I've
got it! I struck the very man and he told me. He wrote it down for me.
It belongs to an estate. Here it is."

Gloria looked down at the card that bore a few lines indifferently
traced. But what her eyes met caused the color to drift from her face.

"Are you _sure_, Dinney?" she said sharply to the boy. "Are you _sure_?
Quick!" A faintness was seizing her.

"Sure," answered the boy.

The girl laid a trembling hand upon the door. "I will get the money for
you, Dinney, when I know you are dead right."

The voice was not the voice Dinney knew. Looking at the girl, he saw
that tears had sprung to her eyes. She was fumbling blindly with the
latch-key.