170 MADEMOISELLE ANGELA.

but for me—and I, what canI do? with all my
utmost exertion I can earn but fifteen shillings a
week. Oh, Mademoiselle Angela,” said she, dropping
on her knees before her, “if you know him, do this
for the sake of Christian love ; oh, do it! for if you
ask, who can resist you ? ”

“Rise!” said the actress, deeply affected ; “rise,
my good girl, With the man you name I can do
nothing—but remember that I am your friend !”

With these words she went out, leaving poor
Marianne to her tears and her astonishment.

Two days after this a letter came to Miss Kendrick,
which excited the greatest astonishment and delight,
and well might it do so. It was from that celebrated
Mademoiselle Angela, whose fame had spread all over
England, and it told, as the incomparable Angela only
could tell it, the story of her acquaintance with
Marianne Jervis. Miss Kendrick, the letter said,
would know how they could best befriend her; for
the present, however, this young girl was her inmate,
and her father, who was feeble and infirm in the last
degree, was about to be removed to one of those
blessed institutions — the Sanatorium — where for
invalids of the middle-class every comfort of home is
combined with the most skilful medical treatment.

What did Miss Kendrick do when she read this
letter? First of all she had a good fit of crying, and
then she put on her bonnet and shawl and trotted off
to her nephew, to whom she knew its contents would
be like a message from Heaven.

The next day, though it was a market-day, Rey-
nolds set off for London. “I shall be at home again