“By not being shy and shrinking and plainly afraid of him. He is a shy man himself—people call it reserve. For years he has shut up his real self, and no one has seen it. I believe that you hold the key.”
“But I shall never dare to turn it in the lock.”
“Why not? You are his daughter, a gift given back to him to cheer and brighten the end of his life. Mind that you do it.”
“I’ll try. Anyway, I’ll put it in my prayers.”
“Do,” replied Miss Usher, as she closed the door.
CHAPTER XXI
It was with a feeling of repressed excitement and unusual trepidation, that Lord Mulgrave, who had come over by the evening boat, walked into the hotel and inquired for Miss Usher.
“Miss Usher and her ladyship were in,” said the porter; “in fact, they were in the hall.” Yes, he recognised Miss Usher’s black-and-white check gown, and her broad back; the girl with her—could it be Joseline? What a transformation! Undoubtedly clothes had done wonders; but her manners were as pitiably timid and uncouth as ever—she was actually shaking with nervousness. By Lord Mulgrave’s desire the little party dined in a private room, where he and Miss Usher talked, and did their utmost to promote the ease of their companion, who, in spite of her smart white gown and fashionable coiffure, was still the peasant in her heart. She ate but little, and scarcely opened her lips, fearing to be guilty of some awful blunder, and shock this handsome grey-haired gentleman!