V. ROMNEY.
On his way back, Walter stopped at a large linen-draper's shop to purchase some shirts and other articles, never dreaming he was followed by Sigebert. Having provided himself with all he required, and given orders where the parcel should be sent, he proceeded on his course.
Not till he had fairly housed him did the hairdresser discontinue the quest, and he then hovered near the spot for some time.
There was a mystery about Walter that greatly excited Sigebert's curiosity, and he determined to unravel it.
“Why, what have you done with your beard, sir?” cried Mrs. Hartley, as Walter entered the house.
“Left it at the hairdresser's!” he replied, with a laugh.
“Well, I can't say your appearance is much improved. I wish Rose had seen you as you were.”
“What! has your daughter come back?” cried Walter.
“No; but I expect her very shortly. She has been at Harrow-on-the-Hill, on a visit, as I think I told you, and I've just got a letter from her, telling me she will return to-day. 'Father must meet me at Lambeth Pier at noon, and carry my carpet-bag'—that's what she says; but I don't think he'll be back in time.”