Horace gave a sort of gasp.
"I suppose his poverty had compelled him to p.a.w.n it," Mrs. Errington continued. "Don"t you think so, Horace? People can p.a.w.n clothes, can"t they?"
The boy nodded. His eyes were fixed on her.
"I looked across at him," Mrs. Errington continued, "and made a sign to him to come round to meet me by the other end, near the Row. I held up my purse so that he might understand me."
"What did he do?"
"He turned away and hurried off among the trees."
"Ah!"
"Do you know, Horace," Mrs. Errington continued rather excitedly, "I think if you had beckoned to him he would have come. He"s afraid of me, perhaps, because--because I wouldn"t let you give to him. To-morrow you must come out with me. Till I"ve relieved that man"s wants I shall have no peace."
She hastened out of the room, apparently in a quiver of unusual agitation. Horace sat petrified. If only Hindford would telegraph! That cursed promise!
On the following day it rained. Nevertheless, Mrs. Errington almost violently insisted upon Horace accompanying her to search for the beggar.
"We shall go to the far side of the water," she said. "I believe when we go to the other side he sees us coming and avoids us. But if we can catch sight of him, as I did yesterday, you can beckon to him, and I am certain when he sees you he will come."
Horace said nothing. He felt cold about the heart, not so much with fear as with awe and wonder. They went to the far bank, and almost directly Mrs. Errington cried out----
"There he is, and without his coat again! How wet he must be getting!"
Horace looked across the dull water, through the driving rain. He saw no one on the opposite bank.
"He sees us," Mrs. Errington added. "Horace, you beckon to him. Here, take my purse. Hold it up, and then point to him to come round and meet us."
Mechanically the boy obeyed.
"Ah, I knew it! This time he is coming," said Mrs. Errington.
"He is coming, Mater?"
"Yes; come along."
She hurried towards the end of the Serpentine. Horace walked by her side, staring in horror through the rain.
"Poor man!" Mrs. Errington said presently. "How ghastly he looks!"
"Mater--I say----"
"Well?"
"Is he near?"
"Near?"
Mrs. Errington stopped in amazement.
"Why, what do you mean, Horace?"
"What I say. Is he near now?"
"Near? He"s just coming up."
Suddenly the boy fainted.
When he came to he was lying in the shelter of the Rescue Society.
"Ah, Horace," his mother said, "you ought to have stayed in bed another day."
"Yes, Mater."
"You frightened that poor man. He made off when you fainted."
That evening Horace received a telegram from Monte Carlo----
"Very well but better say nothing.--HINDFORD."
He read it, laid it down, and told Mrs. Errington the truth.
As already stated, she died very suddenly not long afterwards, leaving behind her the will which so astonished London.