She was the old maid of Miss Folly's narrative, and her face, ardent, haggard, with the famished look which comes from a starved soul, gazed back at Gabriella with a touching expression of admiration and envy.

There were spots of vivid colour in her cheeks, and this brightness, combined with her gray hair, gave her a theatrical and artificial appearance.
"I have been playing to your little boy, Mrs.Carr," she said with the manner which Miss Polly had described as "flighty." "He came into my room when he heard the piano, and it was a real pleasure to play for him." "You are very good," returned Gabriella, wondering vaguely who she was, for she was obviously the kind of woman people wondered about.

"I hope Archibald didn't make himself troublesome." "Oh, no, I enjoyed him.

My name is Danton.

I am Miss Danton," she added effusively, "and I'm so glad you have come into this apartment.