"And pray who is Mr Revitts?" he said.
I explained that he was a policeman, and had been very kind to me since
I had lodged with him in town.
"I am quite alone in London, you see, Mr Hallett," I said in an
old-fashioned way at which I now can smile.
He nodded, and seemed thoughtful for a few minutes.
"Mine is not a very cheerful home, Grace," he said at length; "but if
you will come and spend a Sunday--say Sunday week--with us, I shall be
glad to see you. Will you come?"
"I should be so glad," I cried, and then I stopped short.
"What is it?" he said.
"Mr Revitts will be off duty that day, sir; and he would be so
disappointed if I were not at home. He has been so very kind to me."
Mr Hallett looked amused.
"Do you mind, sir?" I said.
"No, Grace. You are quite right," he quietly said. "Always be faithful
to your friends. You shall come next Sunday instead," he added, as we
turned into a beautiful little glade that looked bright and golden with
the setting sun. "Never throw a trusted friend over for the sake of one
you believe to be--"
He stopped short, for we had come suddenly upon two ladies, one of whom
was Miss Carr.