there on leave.

It was a large envelope, addressed in a clerk's handwriting, and she came
to the conclusion, as she tore it open, that it must be an advertisement
from some shop.


"DEAR MADAM,--We shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient
to call upon us one day next week, upon a matter of business connected
with a member of your family. It is impossible to give you further
details in a letter; but if you will grant us the interview we venture to
ask, we may go so far as to say that there appears to us to be a
reasonable probability of the result being of advantage to yourself.
Trusting that you will let us have an immediate reply, in which you will
kindly name the day and hour when we may expect to see you.--We are,
yours faithfully,

"FINDLAY & INGE, _Solicitors_."

The address was a street in Holborn.

Juliet read the letter through, and straightway read it through again,
with a beating heart. What did it mean? Was it possible she was going to
find her own family at last?

She was recalled to the present by the voice of Dora, whom she now
perceived to be reading the letter over her shoulder with
unblushing interest.

"Say," said Dora, "isn't it exciting? 'Something to your advantage!' Just