She had beautiful golden hair, though."
"Like Miss Bartley's?"
"Something, but lighter."
"Have you ever seen her since?"
"No; and I never shall."
"Who knows?"
"Nay, sir. I asked him after her one day when he came home for good. He
never answered me, and he turned away as if I had stung him. She has
followed her mother, no doubt. And so now she is gone he's well-to-do;
and that is the way of it, sir. God sends mouths where there is no meat,
and meat where there's no mouths. But He knows best, and sees both worlds
at once. We can only see this one--that's full of trouble."
Monckton now began to yawn, for he wanted to be alone and think over the
schemes that floated before him now.
"You are sleepy, sir," said Mrs. Dawson. "I'll go and see your bed is
all right."
He thanked her and filled her glass. She tossed it off like a man this
time, and left him to doze in his chair.
Doze, indeed! Never did a man's eyes move to and fro more restlessly.
Every faculty was strung to the utmost.
At first as all the _dramatis personae_ he was in search of came out one
after another from that gossip's tongue, he was amazed and delighted to
find that instead of having to search for one of them in one part of
England, and another in another, he had got them all ready to his hand.
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