Star lifted her great eyes to his with a look of surprise. Could it be possible that he did not know the position she was destined to occupy in his household?
It certainly appeared so, for he was looking down upon her with admiration and even something of affection.
“Thank you, sir; you are very kind,” she said, with a sigh, as she turned sadly away and left him.
CHAPTER VI.
STELLA’S APPEAL.
Star went down to the housekeeper’s room after her encounter with Mr. Richards, and ate her breakfast in a very thoughtful mood.
Mrs. Blunt watched her curiously, and with a troubled expression on her honest face.
“Child, if you don’t eat more you’ll die, or I’m much mistaken,” and she deftly slipped a dainty slice of buttered toast on her plate as she spoke.
“Thank you, Mrs. Blunt, but I believe I am not very hungry this morning,” she returned, with a smile.
“I should think not, indeed, nor at any other time. You haven’t eaten a ‘square meal’ since you came into this house,” the good woman said, with an injured air.
Star was too deeply occupied to heed it, and finishing her coffee in silence, arose and proceeded slowly up stairs to the sewing-room, intending to finish her other dress that morning.