She drew it to the hearth, and sat down in it, throwing back her wet skirts and leaning towards the fire.

Then I saw that she looked pale and worn, as if her riding had not done her much good.
"Do you not love her, this Mrs.Hollingford ?" she said, presently.
"Dearly," I said.
"Will you describe her to me ?" said Rachel.
"She is tall and handsome," I began.
"Yes," put in Rachel, "I have heard so." "There is something grand about her, though she dresses as gravely and poorly as a nun.

Her face is sweet and sad, and can be stern.

Her hair is silver gray--" "No," said Rachel hurriedly, "brown.

I heard that it was a beautiful chestnut-brown." "It is nearly white now," said I.
Rachel did not speak again for some minutes.