Was this the little ghost who had once been afraid of her own shadow, which was scarcely less substantial than herself?
They had been seated but a moment when Miss Wildmere entered alone.

To Graydon this appeared pathetic.

He did not know that her mother was so worn out from the journey, and so embarrassed by unaided efforts to get settled while still caring for her half-sick child, that she had decided to make a slight and hasty repast in her own room.

Miss Wildmere cared little for what took place behind the scenes, but was usually superb before the footlights.

Nothing could have been more charming or better calculated to win general good-will than her advance down the long room.