Lying on my sofa afterwards I remembered Mrs.Hollingford's expected visit, and felt sure that Rachel had gone away to avoid her.

I remembered that they had never yet met, and I easily saw a reason for Rachel's fearing her eyes at present.

In the midst of these reflections came my dear second mother.
Mrs.Hill brought her to me.

The contrast between the two was striking.
Mrs.Hill was short, fat, and plain, and had narrowly escaped from nature's hands without the stamp of a vulgar little woman.

Mrs.
Hollingford was tall and slender, with a worn noble face, and, in spite of all circumstances, looked the ideal of an ancient "high-born ladye." When I looked at her, I felt that it would be impossible for me to go back to the farm.