It was curious to observe the different impressions upon the cottagers made by the mother and daughter.

Both were beloved with almost equal enthusiasm; but with the first the poor felt more at home.

They could talk to her more at ease: she understood them so much more quickly; they had no need to beat about the bush to tell the little peevish complaints that they were half-ashamed to utter to Evelyn.

What seemed so light to the young, cheerful beauty, the mother listened to with so grave and sweet a patience.

When all went right, they rejoiced to see Evelyn; but in their little difficulties and sorrows nobody was like "my good Lady!" So Dame Newman, the moment she saw the pale countenance and graceful shape of Lady Vargrave at the threshold, uttered an exclamation of delight.