“Do you? Then I know exactly what she’s like before I see her if she has taken your fancy. Some prim old maid in black cotton and thick shoes.”
Mrs. Fellowes smiled and rang the bell, and bade a servant to ask the young person who was waiting to step that way.
Lady Bell began taking off her gloves yawningly, but stopped suddenly, and looked up with an air of surprise as the door opened and a tall girl, with dark hair and eyes, entered.
CHAPTER XXIX.
Lady Bell overmastered her surprise, and asking the young girl to sit down, looked at her critically as she did so.
Yes, the girl was a lady, there could be no doubt of that. But it was not only the evidence of refinement in the face and the manner of the girl that struck Lady Bell; there was an expression in the dark eyes and clear-cut lips, slightly compressed, which roused her interest and curiosity.
It was a face with a history.
For the first time she looked at Lady Challoner’s note.
“I see,” she said, “that Lady Challoner knows you, Miss Treherne.”