"Not so wrong after all. You are a good physiognomist, Miss Chance. I was once all that you imagined me to be, and it takes a long while to obliterate the expression which the mind stamps upon the countenance in our early years. What made you alter your opinion so quickly?"
"A light which passed over your face, which I believe can only come from Heaven."
"I wish you may be a true prophet, Miss Chance."
"Oh, sir, don't call me by that ugly name. Let it be plain Dorothy."
"Well then, Dorothy, now there is peace between us, sit down and tell me who first discovered that you had a fine voice."
"Lord Wilton."
"Lord Wilton!" Mr. Fitzmorris almost started to his feet.
"He met me one day upon the heath, and told me that he had learned from Mrs. Martin that I had a good voice, and asked me to sing to him."
"And you complied with the request?"
"Certainly."