She chatted all through the dinner, showing in a kindly, unobtrusive
way the uses of the different things that might be an embarrassment
to the little old lady who was used to the simple service of a
charity table. After dinner the coffee was served on a small table in
front of the fire.

While they were drinking it a maid entered the room.

"The motor has come for Miss Thornton," she announced.

Daphne rose.

"Now, I am going to leave you. Get a good sleep. I will call Jeanne,
who will take care of you. She is your personal maid, Miss Doane, so
tell her anything you want."

Answering the ring of the bell a pretty maid came into the room, and
Miss Thornton said:

"Jeanne, this is Miss Doane, your mistress. She is tired and will
like to go to bed early, I am sure. See that she has a good warm
bath, as it will help her sleep. And, Miss Doane, I bought a few
things for you, as perhaps your luggage might not come in time.
Jeanne will have them ready for you. Now, good night! I am so glad
you have come, and I know you will be so happy. You will let me come
often to see you, won't you?"

She came over to the chair and bent her pretty young head over the
old white one, and Drusilla reached up her arms and took the smiling
face between her hands.