“Do you find Matilda a good servant?” I asked of Miss Deveen, later, she and I being alone together.
“A very good servant, Johnny. But she is going to leave me.”
“Is she? Why?”
Miss Deveen only nodded, in answer to the first query, passing over the last. I supposed she did not wish to say.
“I think her so much altered.”
“In what way, Johnny?”
“In looks: looks and manner. She is just a shadow. One might say she had passed through a six months’ fever. And what a curious light there is in her eyes!”
“She has always impressed me with the idea of having some great care upon her. None can mistake that she is a sorrowful woman. I hear that the other servants accuse her of having been ‘crossed in love,’” added Miss Deveen, with a smile.
“She is thinner even than Miss Cattledon.”