"There's too much disaster piled high and staring in every one of their flushing rash young faces.

On they go with their heads in the air and their hearts thumping, and hoping and refusing to believe in the devil and hell let loose--and the whole thing stares and gibbers at them." But each day her eyes looked larger and more rapturously full of heavenly glowing, and her light movements were more like bird flight, and her swiftness and sweet readiness to serve delighted and touched people more, and they spoke oftener to and of her, and felt actually a thought uplifted from the darkness because she was like pure light's self.
Lord Coombe met her in the street one evening at twilight and he stopped to speak to her.
"I have just come from Darte Norham," he said to her.

"The Duchess asked me to see you personally and make sure that you do not miss Dowie too much--that you are not lonely." "I am very busy and am very well taken care of," was her answer.

"The servants are very attentive and kind.

I am not lonely at all, thank you.
The Duchess is very good to me." Donal evidently knew nothing of her reasons for disliking Lord Coombe.
She could not have told him of them.