Golden followed him in silence to the lady's dressing-room. The thought came to her that this would be an admirable pretext for making the acquaintance of the Leiths, so she did not deny that she was seeking a situation.
A beautiful, golden-haired lady opened the door at her timid knock. The girl's heart gave a great, muffled throb.
"My mother," she thought.
[CHAPTER XXXII.]
"Mrs. Leith, this is a young woman who has answered the advertisement for a maid," said the man, respectfully, as he turned away.
The beautiful lady nodded Golden to a seat, and looked at her with careless condescension.
"What is your name?" she inquired.
"Mary Smith," answered the girl in a low, fluttering voice.