I advanced timidly and took the grapes, with a curtsey and a "Thank you,
ma'am," and then went back to my seat.

As I sat eating my grapes my eyes went up to an oval mirror over the
fire-place, in which were reflected the figures of Lady Chillington and
myself. My momentary glance into its depths showed me how keenly, but
furtively, her ladyship was watching me. But what interest could a great
lady have in watching poor insignificant me? I ventured another glance
into the mirror. Yes, she looked as if she were devouring me with her
eyes. But hothouse grapes are nicer than mysteries, and how is it
possible to give one's serious attention to two things at a time?

When I had finished the grapes, I put my plate back on the table.

"Ring that bell," said Lady Chillington. I rang it accordingly, and
presently Dance made her appearance.

"Miss Hope is ready to retire," said her ladyship.

I arose, and going a step or two nearer to her, I made her my most
elaborate curtsey, and said, "I wish your ladyship a very good-night."

The ghost of a smile flickered across her face. "I am pleased to find,
child, that you are not entirely destitute of manners," she said, and
with a stately wave of the arm I was dismissed.

It was like an escape from slavery to hear the door of the Green Saloon
close behind me, and to get into the great corridors and passages
outside. I could have capered for very glee; only Mrs. Dance was a staid