By the way, that's a very pretty frock you're wearing," she added, with an appraising glance.
"I'm glad you like it," said Celia, laughing.

"I made it myself." "Really! How clever you must be! Oh, of course, in the old days I've made dresses myself; but they were always sights.

Yes; you must be very clever; you have good taste, evidently.

I've got a maid who's a perfect fool; perhaps, sometimes, you won't mind giving her a hint or lending her a hand ?" "Why, I should be very pleased to do so," said Celia; "though I'm afraid she will not consider my advice or assistance of any great value, Lady Heyton." "How nicely you said that!" said Miriam, again looking up at Celia, curiously.

She possessed intelligence enough to discern, at the first glance, that Celia was not the common, ordinary type of girl she had expected to see; but the repose of Celia's attitude, the timbre of her voice, were making their due impression.