Then, as the child drew back abashed at the glance of his large, bright eyes, he seemed to wake entirely and, springing to his feet, looked at Hester with a quick, searching glance.

Something in his face and air caused the woman to soften her tone a little, as she said gravely, "Did you wish to see any one at the Hall ?" "Yes.

Is Lady Trevlyn here ?" was the boy's answer, as he stood cap in hand, with the smile fading already from his face.
"She is, but unless your business is very urgent you had better see Parks, the keeper; we don't trouble my lady with trifles." "I've a note for her from Colonel Daventry; and as it is _not_ a trifle, I'll deliver it myself, if you please." Hester hesitated an instant, but Lillian cried out, "Mamma is close by, come and see her," and led the way, beckoning as she ran.
The lad followed with a composed air, and Hester brought up the rear, taking notes as she went with a woman's keen eye.
Lady Trevlyn, a beautiful, pale woman, delicate in health and melancholy in spirit, sat on a rustic seat with a book in her hand; not reading, but musing with an absent mind.

As the child approached, she held out her hand to welcome her, but neither smiled nor spoke.
"Mamma, here is a--a person to see you," cried Lillian, rather at a loss how to designate the stranger, whose height and gravity now awed her.
"A note from Colonel Daventry, my lady," and with a bow the boy delivered the missive.
Scarcely glancing at him, she opened it and read: _My Dear Friend_, _The bearer of this, Paul Jex, has been with me some months and has served me well.

I brought him from Paris, but he is English born, and, though friendless, prefers to remain here, even after we leave, as we do in a week.