27/40 The astonishing force of the sketch--of the creature sketched--intimidated her. If Helena Pitstone were really like that--"How can she ever put up with me? And then if things go wrong, Lord Buntingford will find out I'm no good--and I shall have to go!" She gave a long sigh, lifting her eyes a little--against her will--to the reflection of herself in an old mirror hanging beside the Romney. What a poor little insignificant figure--beside the other! No, she had no confidence in herself--none at all--she never had had. |