"But why are you here? Where is my mother?"
"She went out in a hurry like as if she had heard bad news. I saw her go out, and thought you might want something. So I came up, but I didn't want to disturb you."
Grace was surprised. It was not like Mrs. Marlow to be so thoughtful and considerate.
"No," she said, "I don't want anything—except my mother."
"She won't be gone long, my dear."
"Did she say anything to you when she went out?"
"No; but I saw a telegraph boy come upstairs with a message like, and she went out directly afterwards."
"I wish I knew what she went out for."
"You'll know soon. I must hurry back now, for my kettle will be bilin'."
Once in her own room Mrs. Marlow opened the purse, after she had locked the door. Her delight at discovering the gold piece was great.