"Come, Jenny!" she cried, with a hopeful smile.
She was saying to herself, "I have still a chance." Jenny rattled on while she assisted her mistress.

Stella's face changed with her mood, more than most faces.

Disappointment and fatigue aged her beyond due measure.

Jenny Prask was determined that she could go down to dinner to-night looking her youngest and best.
"I went for a walk this evening with Mr.Marvin.

He's Colonel Luttrell's soldier-servant, and quite enthusiastic, he was, madam." "Was he, Jenny ?" "Quite! The men in his company loved him--a captain he was then.