The woman approached her, and presented a visiting-card; bearing on it the name of _Sir Jervis Redwood_.

Beneath the name, there was a line written in pencil: "Mrs.
Rook, to wait on Miss Emily Brown." The way to the new life was open before her at last! Looking again at the commonplace announcement contained in the line of writing, she was not quite satisfied.

Was it claiming a deference toward herself, to which she was not entitled, to expect a letter either from Sir Jervis, or from Miss Redwood; giving her some information as to the journey which she was about to undertake, and expressing with some little politeness the wish to make her comfortable in her future home?
At any rate, her employer had done her one service: he had reminded her that her station in life was not what it had been in the days when her father was living, and when her aunt was in affluent circumstances.
She looked up from the card.

The servant had gone.

Alban Morris was waiting at a little distance--waiting silently until she noticed him..