"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you both for letting me go." "It is naturally a wrench to us," Lord Ashleigh confessed, "especially as circumstances which you already know of prevent either your mother or myself from being with you during the first few months of your stay there.
You have very many friends in New York, however, and your mother tells me that there will be no difficulty about your chaperonage at the various social functions to which you will, of course, be bidden." "I think that will be all right, dad," Ella ventured.
"You will take your own maid with you, of course," Lord Ashleigh continued.

"Lenora is a good girl and I am sure she will look after you quite well, but I have decided, although it is a somewhat unusual step, to supplement Lenora's surveillance over your comfort by sending with you, also, as a sort of courier and general attendant--whom do you think?
Well, Macdougal." Lady Ashleigh looked across the table with knitted brows.
"Macdougal, George?
Why, however will you spare him ?" "We can easily," Lord Ashleigh declared, "find a temporary butler.
Macdougal has lived in New York for some years, and you will doubtless find this a great advantage, Ella.

I hope that my suggestion pleases you ?" Ella glanced over her shoulder at the two servants who were standing discreetly in the background.

Her eyes rested upon the pale, expressionless face of the man who during the last few years had enjoyed her father's absolute confidence.

Like many others of his class, there seemed to be so little upon which to comment in his appearance, so little room for surmise or analysis in his quiet, negative features, his studiously low voice, his unexceptionable deportment.