Wilton immediately ordered it; and, when it came, his guest expressed high approval.
"Ah! your people have learned how to make this in France."
"From Frenchmen, at any rate. That was one accomplishment our servants picked up."
"The coffee at Brosedale is so dead; it is not the least like coffee! This reminds me of Italy and France."
"Then you have been a good deal abroad?"
"Nearly all my life." A full stop; and Wilton felt he had led up neatly to the story of her past.
"As you will take nothing more, suppose we go into the next room?" She rose, and then stopped.
"Oh! I have lost Mrs. McKollop's shoe under the table." Wilton laughed, and assisted in the search.
"I wish we had anything nearer the mark to offer you," he said, as he produced a huge, broad-soled thick shoe, tied on the instep. "They must fit you like snow-shoes."
"There is a good deal of stocking to fill up with," she replied, as she managed to shuffle into the room on the opposite side of the hall, which was somewhat more ornamental than the one they left. Sundry sporting prints, a deer's head, various pipes, and plenty of writing-materials, with a splendid fire, and several comfortable easy-chairs, made it a pleasant apartment.