This, then, was Lamia Leegh, the unfortunate young lady whom Kightly Montgomery had married!
Jennie felt sorry for her, standing there in all the pride and pomp of her beauty and wealth.
“You are very kind, madam,” was all that she could find to say, in a low tone, with downcast eyes and flushed cheeks.
The goddess thought the little woman overpowered by her own grandeur, smiled condescendingly, and said complacently:
“What a pretty baby you have! Girl or a boy?”
“Girl, madam.”
“That is right. I love girl babies. What is her name?”
“She is not christened yet.”
“How old is she?”
“Two months on the third of this month, madam.”