Then you won't take cold." "I don't care to have you, thank you," said Madelon.

Mrs.Gordon said no more, but led the way to the sitting-room.

She was a tall, slender woman with the face of a saint, long and pale, and full of gentle melancholy, with large, meek-lidded blue eyes and patiently compressed lips.

She had a habit of folding her long hands always before her, whether she walked or sat, and she moved with sinuous wavings of her widow-bombazine.
The room into which she ushered Madelon was accounted the grandest sitting-room in the village.

When Burr's father had built his fine new house he had made the furnishings correspond.