When Jones opened the door to the imperious young beauty his face lighted with instant recognition and he rejoiced to see that she had survived the horrors of that dreadful night when Mrs. Carew had cast her forth to die.
But he remembered the orders of his mistress, and firmly barred her entrance.
"Mrs. Carew's orders was not to admit you, miss, if you came again," he said, resolutely.
"How dare she!" exclaimed Kathleen, her eyes flashing.
"But, really, miss, you know 'tain't right for you to follow Mr. Belmont right into his mother's house," remonstrated Jones, uneasily; and as she stared at him, he added, coaxingly: "You better go wait down there at the corner while I go tell Mr. Belmont that you want him."
"Why, what do you mean?" inquired Kathleen, sharply.
"Why, ain't you Ivan Belmont's—sweetheart, miss?"
"How dare you?" cried the girl.
The lightnings of her eyes seemed almost to scorch him, and he faltered: