"You knew my mother?" cried Meg, a flush kindling her cheeks.
"I knew her a little," replied the lawyer guardedly. "You are like her about the mouth and eyes."
"I am not a bit like her," Meg answered in a tone of offense. "She was beautiful—like an angel."
"Yes, she was beautiful," acquiesced Mr. Fullbloom.
Meg looked at the lawyer with a new expression. A halo surrounded his brow, for he had seen her mother.
"Did the old gentleman I saw to-day know her too?" she asked softly.
The lawyer put up his finger and wagged his head.
"Little girls must not ask questions. They must be seen, not heard," he replied, taking up his paper and growing absorbed in its contents.
He did not speak again until the train shortly after stopped at Greyling station.