windows commanding that glorious view of moorland and sea; and
beyond that, a dainty little dressing-room. The next door in the
corridor opened into the room that had been allotted to me; a large
comfortable-looking room, in which there was an old-fashioned
mahogany four-post bed with blue-damask curtains.

I went to Milly's dressing-room when my own simple toilet was
finished, and stood by the open window talking to her while she
arranged her hair. She dismissed her little maid directly I went
into the room, and I felt she had something to say to me.

'Well, Mary,' she began at once, 'what do you think of her?'

'Of Mrs. Darrell?'

'Of course.'

'What opinion can I possibly form about her, after seeing her for
three minutes, Milly? I think she is very elegant-looking. That is
the only idea I have about her yet.'

'Do you think she looks _true_, Mary? Do you think she has married
papa because she loves him?'

'My dear child, how can I tell that? She is a great many years
younger than your papa, but I do not see that the difference between
them need be any real hindrance to her loving him. He is a man whom
any woman might care for, I should think; to say nothing of her
natural gratitude towards the man who has rescued her from a
position of dependence.'