The Baroness had the amiable weakness of attaching herself to places--even when she had begun with a little aversion; and now, with the prospect of departure, she felt tenderly toward this well-wooded corner of the Western world, where the sunsets were so beautiful and one's ambitions were so pure.

Mrs.Acton was able to receive her; but on entering this lady's large, freshly-scented room the Baroness saw that she was looking very ill.

She was wonderfully white and transparent, and, in her flowered arm-chair, she made no attempt to move.

But she flushed a little--like a young girl, the Baroness thought--and she rested her clear, smiling eyes upon those of her visitor.

Her voice was low and monotonous, like a voice that had never expressed any human passions.
"I have come to bid you good-by," said Eugenia.