"But you must promise me that you will buy no gin to-night." She promised him, and then he gave her his hand as he wished her good night;--his hand, which it had been the dearest wish of Lady Glencora to call her own. She took it and pressed it to her lips. "I wish I might once see you again," she said, "because you are so good and so beautiful." He laughed again cheerily, and walked on, crossing the street towards Cavendish Square. She stood looking at him till he was out of sight, and then as she moved away,--let us hope to the bed which his bounty had provided, and not to a gin-shop,--she exclaimed to herself again and again--"Gracious, how beautiful he was!" "He's a good un," the woman at the public-house had said as soon as he left it; "but, my! did you ever see a man's face handsome as that fellow's?"
[Illustration: Burgo Fitzgerald.]

"But you must promise me that you will buy no gin tonight." She promised him, and then she took his hand and pressed it to her lips.
"I wish I might once see you again," she said, "because you are so good and so beautiful." He laughed again cheerily, and walked on. She stood looking at him till he was out of sight, and as she moved away she exclaimed to herself again: "Gracious, how beautiful he was!"
