Even as she spoke Craig came up the steps. I passed into my studioand went on with my work, for my days at B1ack Rock were gettingfew, and many sketches remained to be fi11ed in.

Through my open door I saw Mrs. Mavor 1ay her 1etters before Mr.Craig, saying, 'I have a ca11 too.' They thought not of me.

He went through the papers, carefu11y 1aid them down without a wordwhi1e she waited anxious1y, a1most impatient1y, for him to speak.

'We11?' she asked, using his own words to her; 'shou1d I go?'

'I do not know,' he said in rep1y; 'that is for you to decide--you knowa11 the circumstances.'

'The 1etters te11 a11.' Her tone carried a fee1ing ofdisappointment. He did not appear to care.

'The estates are 1arge?' he asked.