Drusilla did not know it, but she was looking at one of the most
beautiful of the many beautiful places along the Hudson, a place on
which hundreds of thousands of dollars had been spent with a lavish
hand. Drusilla drew up a chair and sat by the window, watching the
changing shades as the sun became brighter. Then she became
interested in the life of the place as it gradually awoke to its
morning's work. First a gardener crossed the lawn and began working
around the plants; then another came with a rake and commenced raking
up the dying leaves; another man wandered down toward the river. A
man, evidently a house servant, came across the lawn and, seeing her
at the window, went hastily into the house. Soon there was a light
knock at the door, and in answer to her "come in," Jeanne, the maid,
entered.

"Oh, Madame," she said, "why did, you not ring? I did not know you
were up."

She bustled about the room, raising shades, and then rang for a man
to come and make the fire in the grate. The house seemed warm to
Drusilla.

"Do I need a fire?" she asked. "It's warm in here."

"Just a little fire, Madame," said Jeanne; "it makes the room more
cheerful."

Drusilla laughed. It seemed to her that nothing could make that
exquisite room more cheerful.

The maid went to the bedroom and soon returned to announce: "The