"Ellen, here is Miss Lennox," she said.

Ellen approached the lady, who rose, and the two shook hands.

"Good-evening, Miss Brewster," said Cynthia, in the same tone which she might have used towards a society acquaintance.
Ellen would never have known that she had heard the voice before.

As she remembered it, it was full of intensest vibrations of maternal love and tenderness and protection beyond anything which she had ever heard in her own mother's voice.

Now it was all gone, and also the old look from her eyes.