144 The Little Minister

pered, “and Sanders will be out again in August
month.”

“Seven shillings a week,” rapped out the
doctor.

“Ts that all?” the Egyptian asked. ‘She
shall have it.”

“When?”

“At once. No, it is not possible to-night,
but to-morrow I will bring five pounds; no, I
will send it; no, you must come for it.”

“And where, O daughter of Dives, do you
reside?” the doctor asked.

No doubt the Egyptian could have found a
ready answer had her pity for Nanny been less
sincere; as it was she hesitated, wanting to pro-
pitiate the doctor, while holding her secret fast.

“T only asked,’ McQueen said, eyeing her
curiously, “ because when I make an appoint-
ment I like to know where it is to be held. But
I suppose you are suddenly to rise out of the
ground as you have done to-day, and did six
weeks ago.”

“Whether I rise out of the ground or not,”
the gypsy said, keeping her temper with an effort,
“there will be a five-pound note in my hand.
You will meet me to-morrow about this hour at
—say the Kaims of Cushie?”

“‘ No,” said the doctor, after a moment’s pause ;
“JT won’t. Even if I went to the Kaims I should
not find you there. Why can you not come to
mer?

“Why do you carry a woman’s hair,” replied
the Egyptian, “in that locket on your chain?”

Whether she was speaking of what she knew,