She was Mr.
Manisty's second cousin--she had lost her husband and child in some frightful accident--she was not going to marry Mr.Manisty--at least nobody said so--and though she went to mass, she was not a Catholic, but on the contrary a Scotch Presbyterian, by birth, being the daughter of a Scotch laird of old family--one General Delafield Muir--?
'She is very kind to me,' thought Lucy Foster in a rush of gratitude mixed with some perplexity.--'I don't know why she takes so much trouble about me.

She is so different--so--so fashionable--so experienced.

She can't care a bit about me.

Yet she is very sweet to me--to everybody, indeed.

But--' And again she lost herself in ponderings on the relation of Mr.Manisty to his cousin.