"And to think that all this is mine! and how little she dreams of it!" said Nora, in an awe-struck whisper to her own heart, as she gazed around upon all this wealth until at last her eye fell upon the stately form of the lady as she sat alone upon a sofa at the back of the room.
"Come here, my girl, if you please," said Mrs. Brudenell.
Nora advanced timidly until she had reached to within a yard of the lady, when she stopped, courtesied, and stood with folded hands waiting, pretty much as a child would stand when called up before its betters for examination.
"Your name is Nora Worth, I believe," said the lady.
"My name is Nora, madam," answered the girl.
"You are Hannah Worth's younger sister?"
"Yes, madam."
"Now, then, my girl, do you know why I have sent for you here to-night?"
"No, madam."
"Are you quite sure that your conscience does not warn you?"