Then a hand shook the gate.
'Gone to sleep, girl?' asked a female voice.
Mehalah looked up dreamily.
A young, handsome, and dashing lady before her, in white and carnation, a crimson feather in her hat, and carmine in her cheeks. Mehalah slowly recognised Admonition.
Mrs. Pettican looked curiously at her.
'Who are you?—Oh! I know, the girl Sharland!' and she laughed.
Mehalah put her hand to the latch to open the gate.
'You need not trouble,' said Admonition: 'I want nothing from you. I have heard of you. You are the young person,' with an affected cough, 'whom Master Rebow has taken to live with him I think. You had the assurance once to come to my dear husband, and to pester him.'
'He was kind to me,' said Mehalah to herself.
'Oh yes, he was very kind indeed. He did not know much of you then. Report had not made him familiar with your name.'