“She knew my grandfather,” was the quiet answer. “He is dead.”
“Lately?” said Lady Bell, glancing at the note.
Laura Treherne bent her head.
“Two months ago,” she said, sadly.
“And have you no friends with whom you could go and live?”
“None who would care to have me, or to whom I should wish to go.”
Lady Bell was silent for a moment—the girl interested her more each minute.
“Are you taking a wise step in seeking for a situation which is considered menial?” she asked.
Laura Treherne paused for a moment.
“I do not think it degradation to serve Lady Earlsley,” she said.