She had put the girl's hair up that morning with her own hands.

It changed her very much, observed Fyne.

He, naturally, played a subordinate, merely approving part.

All he could do for Miss de Barral personally was to go downstairs and put her into the fly himself, while Miss de Barral's nearest relation, having been shouldered out of the way, stood by, with an umbrella and a little black bag, watching this proceeding with grim amusement, as it seemed.

It was difficult to guess what the girl thought or what she felt.