Although Pod had at once recognized Eleanor, it is doubtful whether she would have recollected him had he not spoken to her.
"Beg pardon, but are you not Miss Lloyd?" he said, as she reached the spot where he was standing.
"Yes, I am Miss Lloyd," she said, with a smile, for Pod, much to his own shame and disgust, was blushing violently. "Have you anything to say to me?"
"Yes, miss, something that I should have told you long ago if you had not been away in London. You don't recollect me, but I shall never forget you. My name is Podley Piper, and I'm in Mr. Kelvin's office at Pembridge."
Had Pod been an articled clerk, instead of being the office youth he was, he could not have mentioned this fact with an air of greater dignity.
"It was you, miss, who were so kind to my mother last spring, when she was ill. You sent her wine, and jelly, and coals, and you weren't above going and seeing her yourself. She would never have come round as soon as she did if it had not been for your kindness--and I thank you for it with all my heart!"
"It is very little that you have to thank me for," replied Eleanor. "I hope your mother has had no return of her old complaint?"
"She is well and hearty, thank you, miss, and she often says that if all rich people were like you, the world would be a pleasanter place to live in than it is."
"I am glad to have seen you, and to have news of your mother," said Eleanor. "But I think you said you had something to tell me."
"Yes, miss, I have. Do you know my governor, Mr. Kelvin?"