CHAPTER III.
STREAKS OF DAWN.
Next day proved warm and sunny, and we started early, to enjoy the luxury of a good long chat before he would be obliged to leave me.
"This neighbourhood has more than its due proportion of the very poor," I remarked, as we passed a group of hovels, too dilapidated to deserve the name of "cottages."
"But the few rich," Arthur replied, "give more than their due proportion of help in charity. So the balance is kept."
"I suppose the Earl does a good deal?"
"He gives liberally; but he has not the health or strength to do more. Lady Muriel
