"Jeanne. That isn't Jane, is it?"

"It may be French for Jane; I am French."

"Well, then, I'll call you Jane. I can't remember the other. I think
I would like to go to bed."

"Then I will prepare the bath."

Soon she returned to the room.

"The bath is ready for Madame," she said; and Drusilla followed her
into the bedroom.

There the thoughtfulness of Miss Thornton was again shown. Over a
chair hung a warm gray dressing-gown, with slippers to match, and
neatly folded on the bed was a soft white nightdress, lace-trimmed,
delicate, dainty, the mere touch of which gave delight to the
sensitive fingers as they touched its folds.

The bathroom, with its silver fittings, was a revelation to
Drusilla; and as she stepped into the warm, slightly perfumed water,
it seemed to speak to her more eloquently than all the rest of the
seeming miracles that were now coming into her life.

When Drusilla returned to the bedroom she found a shaded light on a
table at the head of the bed, and beside the light were her Bible and
the life of John Calvin.