Annie took a brass candlestick, and, too shy almost to speak, preceded the young lady to the front bedroom, which Mr and Mrs Morel had vacated for her. It, too, was small and cold by candle-light. The colliers' wives only lit fires in bedrooms in case of extreme illness.

`Shall I unstrap the box?' asked Annie.

`Oh, thank you very much!'

Annie played the part of maid, then went downstairs for hot water.

`I think she's rather tired, mother,' said William. `It's a beastly journey, and we had such a rush.'

`Is there anything I can give her?' asked Mrs Morel.

`Oh no, she'll be all right.'

But there was a chill in the atmosphere. After half an hour Miss Western came down, having put on a purplish-coloured dress, very fine for the collier's kitchen.

`I told you you'd no need to change,' said William to her.

`Oh, Chubby!' Then she turned with that sweetish smile to Mrs Morel. `Don't you think he's always grumbling, Mrs Morel?'

`Is he?' said Mrs Morel. `That's not very nice of him.'

`It isn't, really!'

`You are cold,' said the mother. `Won't you come near the fire?'

Morel jumped out of his arm-chair.

`Come and sit you here!' he cried. `Come and sit you here!'

`No, dad, keep your own chair. Sit on the sofa, Gyp,' said William.

`No, no!' cried Morel. `This cheer's warmest. Come and sit here, Miss Wesson.'

`Thank you so much,' said the girl, seating herself in the collier's arm-chair, the place of honour. She shivered, feeling the warmth of the kitchen penetrate her.

`Fetch me a hanky, Chubby dear!' she said, putting up her mouth to him, and using the same intimate tone as if they were alone; which made the rest of the family feel as if they ought not to be present. The young lady evidently did not realize them as people: they were creatures to her for the present. William winced.

In such a household, in Streatham, Miss Western would have been a lady condescending to her inferiors. These people were, to her, certainly clownish--in short, the working classes. How was she to adjust herself?

`I'll go,' said Annie.

Miss Western took no notice, as if a servant had spoken. But when the girl came downstairs again with the handkerchief, she said, `Oh, thank you!' in a gracious way.

She sat and talked about the dinner on the train, which had been so poor; about London, about dances. She was really very nervous, and chattered from fear. Morel sat all the time smoking his thick twist