"We'll try and be a match for this enemy of ours, Lizzie."
"O daddy," she answered, with a bright look, "you have made my heart light!"
[CHAPTER XXXIV.]
GOOD COUNSEL.
The cab was turning the corner of the little street in Soho in which Lily lived, and Lily was about to ring the door-bell, when Mr. Sheldrake laid his hand on her wrist, and said:
"Let me have a few minutes' conversation with you to-night. I beg it as a favour."
Not daring for Alfred's sake to refuse, Lily tremblingly suggested that they should go indoors and talk; but Mr. Sheldrake said, in a tone that was half decided and half imploring:
"I cannot speak to you in the house."
She raised her eyes to his face for an explanation, and he answered the look.
"Your grandfather is not my friend."