She did me the honour to apply to me for any help it was in my power to give.
Georgiana stood eyeing the ground sideways.

"What is she like ?" "You shall see to-morrow, if you will come with me." "Dark, or fair ?" Merthyr turned her face to the light, laughing softly.

Georgiana coloured, with dropped eyelids.
She raised her eyes under their load of shame.

"I will come gladly," she said.
"Early to-morrow, then," rejoined Merthyr.
On the morrow, as they were driving to the hotel, Georgians wanted to know whether he called 'this Miss Belloni' by her Christian name--a question so needless that her over-conscious heart drummed with gratitude when she saw that he purposely spared her from one meaning look.

In this mutual knowledge, mutual help, in minute as in great things, as well as in the recognition of a common nobility of mind, the love of the two was fortified.
Emilia had not been left by Mr.Powys without the protection of a woman's society in her singular position.