"I was afraid you would dash yourself out at the door. Are you in pain?"
My lady's pretty face was a net-work of petulant lines.
"I have such a weary, crushed feeling," she complained; "and I don't like lying here in this odd place without my maid to take care of me. Of course you will be going away in the morning?"
"Not unless your father arrives to-night to take charge of you."
"Don't then, there's a dear Miss Blair," murmured the lady, coaxingly.
Margaret bent over my lady with a rush of tenderness in her manner. What would she not give to win the sweet girl's love? The innocent blue eyes seemed to hold in their depths such guilelessness; the beauty was so perfect which Heaven had bestowed upon her, that beauty-loving Margaret yearned to have her cling to her thus forever.
"I will stay with you as long as you want me," she whispered, kissing the pellucid brow of Lady Julie.