What a beautiful and kind-looking woman was the good-natured and comely, but unintellectual, girl become! Wifehood and maternity had changed her thus, as I have since seen them change others even less promising than she.

Me she had forgotten.

I was changed too, though not, I fear, for the better.

I made no attempt to recall myself to her memory; why should I?
She came for her son to accompany her in a walk, and behind her followed a nurse, carrying an infant.

I only mention the incident because, in addressing the nurse, Mrs.Leigh spoke French (very bad French, by the way, and with an incorrigibly bad accent, again forcibly reminding me of our school-days): and I found the woman was a foreigner.