"Enter," she said, looking up in some surprise.
The door opened, and Lady Valentine came abruptly into the room.
She was paler and graver than of old, and her stately form was draped in the gloomy sables of a widow.
"Georgina!" exclaimed Mrs. Ernscliffe, starting up.
Lady Valentine rushed forward, and threw her arms about the trembling, hesitating figure.
"Little Queenie, my sweet, wronged sister!" she cried, "will you forgive my cruelty to you, and love your Georgie again?"
"I have never ceased to love you, Georgie," was the answer.
Lady Valentine pressed a dozen kisses on the sweet lips and wavy, golden hair.