I love him so;
and I do _so_ want to see him. It is ages till I see him! Won't you let
me? I shall be so good--Stephen!' And she strained her closer in her
little arms and kissed her all over face, cheeks and forehead and eyes
and mouth wooingly. Stephen returned the embrace and the kisses, but
remained silent a little longer. Then she found voice:

'I hardly know what to say. Believe me, I should--I shall, do all I can;
but the fact is that I am not in authority. The Doctor has taken him in
charge and will not let anyone go near him: He will not even have a
nurse, but watches and attends to him himself. He says it might be fatal
if anything should occur to agitate him. Why, even I am not allowed to
see him!' 'Haven't you seen him yet at all; ever, ever, Stephen?' asked Pearl, all
her timidity gone. Stephen smiled--a wan smile it was, as she answered:

'I saw him in the water, but it was too far away to distinguish. And it
was only by firelight.' 'Oh yes, I know,' said Pearl; 'Mother and Daddy told me how you had
burned the house down to give him light. Didn't you want to see him more
after that? I should!' Stephen drew the impulsive child closer as she
answered:

'Indeed I did, dear. But I had to think of what was good for him. I
went to his room the next day when he was awake, and the Doctor let me
come in for only a moment.' 'Well! What did you see. Didn't you know him?' She forgot that the
other did not know him from her point of view. But the question went
through Stephen's heart like a sword. What would she not have given to
have known him! What would she not give to know him now! . . . She spoke
mechanically:

'The room was quite dark. It is necessary, the Doctor says, that he be
kept in the dark. I saw only a big beard, partly burned away by the
fire; and a great bandage which covered his eyes!' Pearl's hold relaxed,
she slipped like an eel to the floor and ran over to her mother. Her new
friend was all very well, but no one would do as well as mother when she
was in trouble. 'Oh mother, mother! My Robinson had no beard!' Her mother stroked her
face comfortingly as she answered:

'But, my dear, it is more than two years since you saw him. Two years
and three months, for it was in June that we crossed.' How the date
thrilled Stephen. It verified her assumption. Mrs. Stonehouse did not notice, but went on:

'His beard would have grown. Men wear beards up in the cold place where
he was.' Pearl kissed her; there was no need for words. Throwing
herself again on Stephen's knees she went on with her questioning:

'But didn't you hear him?' 'I heard very little, darling. He was very weak. It was only the
morning after the wreck, and he spoke in a whisper!' Then with an
instinct of self-preservation she added: 'But how could I learn anything
by hearing him when he was a stranger to me? I had never even heard of
Mr. Robinson!' As she was speaking she found her own ideas, the proofs of her own
conviction growing. This was surely another link in the chain of proving
that all three men were but one. But in such case Harold must know; must
have tried to hide his identity! She feared, with keen eyes upon her, to pursue the thought. But her
blood began to grow cold and her brain to swim. With an effort she went
on:

'Even since then I have not been allowed to go near him. Of course I
must obey orders. I am waiting as patiently as I can. But we must ask
the Doctor if he thinks his patient will see you--will let you see
him--though he will not let me.' This she added with a touch of what she
felt: regret rather than bitter ness. There was no room for bitterness
in her full heart where Harold was concerned. 'Will you ask the Doctor now?' Pearl did not let grass grow under her
feet. For answer Stephen rang the bell, and when a servant appeared
asked:

'Is Mr. Hilton in the house?' 'I think not, your Ladyship. He said he was going over to Port Lannoch. Shall I inquire if he left word at what time he would be back?' 'If you please!' The man returned in a few minutes with the butler, who
said:

'Mr. Hilton said, your Ladyship, that he expected to be back by one
o'clock at latest.' 'Please ask him on his arrival if he will kindly come here at once. Do
not let us be disturbed until then.' The butler bowed and withdrew. 'Now,' said Stephen, 'as we have to wait till our tyrant comes, won't you
tell me all that went on after The Man had left you?' Pearl brightened
up at once. Stephen would have given anything to get away even for a
while. Beliefs and hopes and fears were surging up, till she felt
choking. But the habit of her life, especially her life of the last two
years, gave her self-control. And so she waited, trying with all her
might to follow the child's prattle. After a long wait Pearl exclaimed: 'Oh! I do wish that Doctor would
come. I want to see The Man!' She was so restless, marching about the
room, that Stephen said:

'Would you like to go out on the balcony, darling; of course if Mother
will let you? It is quite safe, I assure you, Mrs. Stonehouse. It is
wide and open and is just above the flower-borders, with a stone tail. You can see the road from it by which Mr. Hilton comes from Port Lannoch. He will be riding.' Pearl yielded at once to the diversion. It would at
any rate be something to do, to watch. Stephen opened the French window
and the child ran out on the balcony. When Stephen came back to her seat Mrs. Stonehouse said quietly:

'I am glad she is away for a few minutes. She has been over wrought, and
I am always afraid for her. She is so sensitive. And after all she is
only a baby!' 'She is a darling!' said Stephen impulsively; and she meant it. Mrs.
Stonehouse smiled gratefully as she went on:

'I suppose you noticed what a hold on her imagination that episode of
Mollie Watford at the bank had. Mr. Stonehouse is, as perhaps you know,
a very rich man. He has made his fortune himself, and most honourably;
and we are all very proud of him, and of it. So Pearl does not think of
the money for itself. But the feeling was everything; she really loves
Mr. Robinson; as indeed she ought! He has done so much for us that it
would be a pride and a privilege for us to show our gratitude. My
husband, between ourselves, wanted to make him his partner. He tells me
that, quite independent of our feeling towards him, he is just the man he
wanted. And if indeed it was he who discovered the Alaskan goldfield and
organised and ruled Robinson City, it is a proof that Mr. Stonehouse's
judgment was sound. Now he is injured, and blind; and our little Pearl
loves him. If indeed he be the man we believe he is, then we may be able
to do something which all his millions cannot buy. He will come to us,
and be as a son to us, and a brother to Pearl. We will be his eyes; and
nothing but love and patience will guide his footsteps!' She paused, her
mouth quivering; then she went on:

'If it is not our Mr. Robinson, then it will be our pleasure to do all
that is necessary for his comfort.