CHAPTER VI.
The first three days following Miss Reinhart's arrival were a holiday.
My father himself showed her over the house, took her through the picture galleries, told her all the legends of the place.

She walked out in the grounds and had learned to make herself quite at home.

Sir Roland told her that she must do so, that her duties and responsibilities would be great.

She must therefore take care of herself.
I was with them in the picture gallery, and Sir Roland never stopped to think that it would perhaps be better not to discuss such things before me.
"I hope," he said, "to interest you in the whole place.

I cannot tell you how different things are when the mistress of the house is ill and helpless." "I am sure it must be so," she said, in that sweet voice, which I felt to be false and hated.
"At any time," he said, "if you see things going wrong I should be grateful for a little management on your part." "I will always do my very best for you, Sir Roland," she said, earnestly, and I could feel in some vague way that she was sympathizing with him and pitying him in a way that was against my mother's interests.