CHAPTER XI.
Since that visit paid by the Baroness Munster to Mrs.Acton, of which some account was given at an earlier stage of this narrative, the intercourse between these two ladies had been neither frequent nor intimate.

It was not that Mrs.Acton had failed to appreciate Madame M; auunster's charms; on the contrary, her perception of the graces of manner and conversation of her brilliant visitor had been only too acute.

Mrs.Acton was, as they said in Boston, very "intense," and her impressions were apt to be too many for her.

The state of her health required the restriction of emotion; and this is why, receiving, as she sat in her eternal arm-chair, very few visitors, even of the soberest local type, she had been obliged to limit the number of her interviews with a lady whose costume and manner recalled to her imagination--Mrs.
Acton's imagination was a marvel--all that she had ever read of the most stirring historical periods.

But she had sent the Baroness a great many quaintly-worded messages and a great many nosegays from her garden and baskets of beautiful fruit.