"I never did," said Dinah, opening her eyes and following her brother into the well-lighted drawing-room; "a painted----"
"She was not painted then," interrupted Vivian impatiently. "And what Jerry told you about Orchard being her father ought to have----"
"Oh!" cried Dinah, starting, "now I remember, Maud Orchard of course. She was a housemaid or something."
"Not quite that. She attended on Mrs. Lilly, who behaved like a mother to her."
"Yes, yes. And then she went to London, and Mrs. Lilly was very angry. So that was her! Why did she call herself Carr?"
"It's a journalistic name," said Jerry.
"Oh!" said Dinah again. "I hope Snow is your real name?"
"My very own," said Jerry, with a grimace. "I would certainly have chosen a different name had I selected one. But I am born a Snow, and have to put up with it."
"Where has Maud Orchard gone?" asked Dinah, irrelevantly.
"She had to see after some business and went away," said Beatrice, as Vivian found it difficult to answer this question. "She only came here to see your brother and remind him who she was."