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hear the bell again. Go to the door, and see who it is.'

Emily waited, without taking any notice of this suggestion. The servant announced that 'the person had called again, to know if there was any answer.'

'Show her in here,' Emily said.

The servant withdrew, and came back again.

'The person doesn't wish to intrude, miss; it will be quite sufficient if you will send a message by me.'

Emily crossed the room to the door.

'Come in, Mrs. Ellmother,' she said. 'You have been too long away already. Pray come in.'

CHAPTER XXIX. 'BONY.'

Mrs. Ellmother reluctantly entered the room.

Since Emily had seen her last, her personal appearance doubly justified the nickname by which her late mistress had distinguished her. The old servant was worn and wasted; her gown hung loose on her angular body; the big bones of her face stood out, more prominently than ever. She took Emily's offered hand doubtingly. 'I hope I see you well, miss,' she said—with hardly a vestige left of her former firmness of voice and manner.

'I am afraid you have been suffering from illness,' Emily answered gently.

'It's the life I'm leading that wears me down; I want work and change.'

Making that reply, she looked round, and discovered Francine observing her with undisguised curiosity. 'You have got company with you,' she said to Emily. 'I had better go away, and come back another time.'

Francine stopped her before she could open the door. 'You mustn't go away; I wish to speak to you.'

'About what, miss?'

The eyes of the two women met—one, near the end of her life, concealing under a rugged surface a nature sensitively affectionate and incorruptibly true: the other, young in years, with out the virtues of youth, hard in manner and hard at heart. In silence on either side, they stood face to face; strangers brought together by the force of circumstances, working inexorably toward their hidden end.

Emily introduced Mrs. Ellmother to Francine. 'It may be worth your while,' she hinted, 'to hear what this young lady has to say.'

Mrs. Ellmother listened, with little appearance of interest in anything that a stranger might have to say: her eyes rested on the card which contained her written request to Emily. Francine, watching her closely, understood what was passing in her mind. It might be worth while to conciliate the old woman by a little act of attention. Turning to Emily, Francine pointed to the card lying on the table. 'You have not attended yet to Mr. Ellmother's request,' she said.

Emily at once assured Mrs. Ellmother that the request was granted. 'But is it wise,' she asked, 'to go out to service again, at your age?'

'I have been used to service all my life, Miss Emily—that's one reason. And service may help me to get rid of my own thoughts—that's another. If you can find me a situation somewhere, you will be doing me a good turn.'

'Is it useless to suggest that you might come back, and live with me?' Emily ventured to say.

Mrs. Ellmother's head sank on her breast. 'Thank you kindly, miss; it is useless.'

'Why is it useless?' Francine asked.

Mrs. Ellmother was silent.

'Miss de Sor is speaking to you,' Emily reminded her.

'Am I to answer Miss de Sor?'

Attentively observing what passed, and placing her own construction on looks and tones, it suddenly struck Francine that Emily herself might be in Mrs. Ellmother's confidence, and that she might have reasons of her own for assuming ignorance when awkward questions were asked. For the moment at least, Francine decided on keeping her suspicions to herself.

'I may perhaps offer you the employment you want,' she said to Mrs. Ellmother. 'I am staying at Brighton, for the present, with the lady who was Miss Emily's schoolmistress, and I am in need of a maid. Would you be willing to consider it, if I proposed to engage you?'

'Yes, miss.'

'In that case, you can hardly object to the customary inquiry. Why did you leave your last place?'

Mrs. Ellmother appealed to Emily. 'Did you tell this young lady how long I remained in my last place?'

Melancholy remembrances had been revived in Emily by the turn which the talk had now taken. Francine's cat- like patience, stealthily feeling its way to its end, jarred on her nerves. 'Yes,' she said; 'in justice to you, I have mentioned your long term of service.'

Mrs. Ellmother addressed Francine. 'You know, miss, that I served my late mistress for over twenty-five years. Will you please remember that—and let it be a reason for not asking me why I left my place.'

Francine smiled compassionately. 'My good creature, you have mentioned the very reason why I should ask. You live five-and-twenty years with your mistress—and then suddenly leave her—and you expect me to pass over this extraordinary proceeding without inquiry. Take a little time to think.'

'I want no time to think. What I had in my mind, when I left Miss Letitia, is something which I refuse to explain, miss, to you, or to anybody.'