"Yes," Stella said.
"That is the window of her room; she lies there on a sofa, looking down the valley all the day!"
[CHAPTER II.]
"Poor girl!" murmured Stella. There was silence for a moment. "And those three live there all alone?" she said.
"Not always," he replied, musingly. "Sometimes, not often, the son Leycester comes down. He is Viscount Trevor."
"The son," said Stella. "And what is he like?"
The question seemed to set some train of thought in action; the old man relapsed into silence for a few minutes. Then suddenly but gently he rose, and going to the other end of the room, fetched a picture from amongst several standing against the wall, and held it toward her.
"That is Lord Leycester," he said.