'In-doors and out.Do you know, Mr. Rollo, I should think you had done the very best possible preparatory work by getting it into the peoples' heads that somebody cared whether they had roses, or clean faces, or anything else. And there I can speak from experience.'
'What sort of experience?'
'Because I never had anybody to care,' said Hazel. 'So I know how it feels.'
'Never had anybody to carewhat?' said Dane, riding close up alongside and looking earnestly for the answer.
'What I did, or how I dressed, or what became of me generally,' said Hazel. 'O I suppose Mr. Falkirk cared, but he never shewed it in any way to do me a bit of good. There was no one I could please, and no one I could displease; and so while people thought I had everything, I used to feel all alone, and thought I had nothing.'
Rollo was silent and grave.
'I knewvery soonthat you cared,' she said, with the pretty soft fall of eyes and voice. 'I mean, cared for my sake.'
'Very soon?' said Rollo. 'How soon, you Wych?'
'Other people were thinking of what I was, and you of what you thought I ought to be; and it was very easy to feel the difference.'
'When?' said Rollo, scarce controlling a smile, 'When did you see it first, I mean?'