"I expect you'll have your own maid when you're married to Mr Jefferson, Miss," added Mary.
Dora made no reply. She was thinking--and the poor overworked little servant, with her woman's instinct, divined her thoughts.
"Don't you think, Miss," she said, presently, "that Dr Mortimer's thinner than when he first came?"
"Oh, I haven't noticed it," said Dora, carelessly.
"I have," returned Mary.
She brushed away vigorously without speaking for some little time, and then she said: "I wonder if he's in love, Miss!"
"Who?" demanded Dora, quite unnecessarily.
"Why, Miss, Dr Mortimer!"
"How should I know!" cried Dora. "Please be quick, Mary--I'm so tired."
"I sometimes think that he is," continued the sentimental little servant, "by the look in his eyes, Miss. I should think," added Mary thoughtfully "that he would be a very faithful lover, like the knights and barons you read of in books. Don't you think so too, Miss?"