were, and how dazzlingly the jewels flashed on her fingers, and she
longed for the touch of those aristocratic hands on her hot brow,
where the hair clustered so heavily.

"How old are you, Edna?"

"Almost thirteen."

"Had you any luggage on the train?"

"I had a small box of clothes."

"I will send a servant for it." She rang the bell as she spoke.

"When do you think I shall be able to walk about?"

"Probably not for many weeks. If you need or wish anything you must
not hesitate to ask for it. A servant will sit here, and you have
only to tell her what you want."

"You are very kind, ma'am, and I thank you very much--" She paused,
and her eyes filled with tears.

Mrs. Murray looked at her and said gravely:

"What is the matter, child?"

"I am only sorry I was so ungrateful and wicked this morning."

"How so?"