She drew it back, exclaiming: 'There's Mrs.Ormonde! See, Thyrza! the lady in black!' Thyrza looked timidly; that lady's face encouraged her.

Mrs.Ormonde had seen Bessie, and was soon at the carriage door.
'So here you are again!' was her kindly greeting.

'Why, Bessie, you must have been spending all your time in growing!' She kissed the child, whose thin face was coloured with pleasure.
'This is Miss Trent, mum,' said Bessie, pointing to her companion, who had descended to the platform.

'She's been so kind as to take care of me.' Mrs.Ormonde turned quickly round.
'Miss Trent ?' She viewed the girl with surprise which she found it impossible to conceal at once.

Then she said to Thyrza: 'Arc you the young lady of whom I have heard as Mr.Grail's friend ?' 'Yes, ma'am,' Thyrza replied modestly.
'Then how glad I am to see you! Come, let us get Bessie's box taken to the carriage.' Mrs.Ormonde was not of those philanthropists who, In the midst of their well-doing, are preoccupied with the necessity of preserving the distinction between classes.