In a few moments she heard footsteps approaching.
"This is my lady's apartment," said the housekeeper in the passage.
"Thank you," replied another voice.
Oh! how Adeline's heart beat,—the well-remembered tones of Lydia Hutchinson had just met her ears.
Then she heard the retreating sounds of the housekeeper's footsteps; and there was a gentle knock at the door of their boudoir.
"Come in," said Adeline, in a half-stifling voice.
The door opened, and Lydia Hutchinson entered the room.
Lady Ravensworth's countenance was averted towards the fire; and it was not until she heard the door close that she turned towards Lydia, who was in a state of trembling anxiety, mingled with curiosity, as to what might be the disposition of her mistress.
But no pen can describe the astonishment of the young woman, when by that pale but beautiful countenance, which was now suddenly turned towards her, she recognised her whom she had so much reason never to forget.
Staggering towards the mantel for support, and with her eyes fixed almost wildly upon her mistress, she exclaimed, "Miss Enfield! Is it indeed you?"