Her figure was slim and fragile, and in spite of her humble dress, she
had something of the grace and carriage of a gentlewoman, but she was
only a simple country girl, called Phoebe Marks, who had been nursemaid
in Mr. Dawson's family, and whom Lady Audley had chosen for her maid
after her marriage with Sir Michael.

Of course, this was a wonderful piece of good fortune for Phoebe, who
found her wages trebled and her work lightened in the well-ordered
household at the Court; and who was therefore quite as much the object
of envy among her particular friends as my lady herself to higher
circles.

A man, who was sitting on the broken wood-work of the well, started as
the lady's-maid came out of the dim shade of the limes and stood before
him among the weeds and brushwood.

I have said before that this was a neglected spot; it lay in the midst
of a low shrubbery, hidden away from the rest of the gardens, and only
visible from the garret windows at the back of the west wing.

"Why, Phoebe," said the man, shutting a clasp-knife with which he had
been stripping the bark from a blackthorn stake, "you came upon me so
still and sudden, that I thought you was an evil spirit. I've come
across through the fields, and come in here at the gate agen the moat,
and I was taking a rest before I came up to the house to ask if you was
come back."

"I can see the well from my bedroom window, Luke," Phoebe answered,
pointing to an open lattice in one of the gables. "I saw you sitting