Moreover, the Countess really looked upon domestics as being only half-souls.
Dressed in her own attire again, Polly felt in her pockets, and at her bosom, and sang out: 'Oh, my--Oh, where! Oh!' The letter was lost.

The letter could not be found.

The Countess grew extremely fatigued, and had to dismiss Polly, in spite of her eager petitions to be allowed to search under the carpets and inside the bed.
In the morning came Evan's great trial.

There stood Rose.

She turned to him, and her eyes were happy and unclouded.
'You are not changed ?' he said.
'Changed?
what could change me ?' The God of true hearts bless her! He could hardly believe it.
'You are the Rose I knew yesterday ?' 'Yes, Evan.