But _I_ will not pay him. He shall
suffer. Why did he trust her? What did you pay for these things?" he
ended, abruptly, in a high key.
Katherine silently handed him the back of a letter on which she had
scribbled down the items.
"What is the use of showing me this, when I cannot read--when I have no
glasses?" he exclaimed, impatiently.
"True. I must try and find them for you. Where did you first miss them?"
"Oh, I don't know. I had them on when I went to see that----woman out
of the house."
Calling Susan to assist in the search, Katherine looked carefully in the
hall, but in vain, when her young assistant gave a cry of joy; she had
almost trodden on them as they lay between a mangy mat and the foot of
the stairs.
The recovery of his precious glasses did more to soothe the ruffled
spirit of the recluse than anything else. He wiped them tenderly, and
looking through them, observed that they were all right. Then he sat in
profound silence, while Susan, under Katherine's directions, cleared up
the hearth, and removed the heap of dust and ashes which had nearly put
out the fire. When she had retired, carrying off the tray, Mr. Liddell
turned his keen eyes on his young visitor, and said:
"You came in the nick of time, and you seem to know what you are about;
but I dare say I should have pulled through without you.
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