"You ought to have a rest.

Get in and I'll drive you to my house; you can have some lunch with me." As they entered a long drive, bordered by tall elms, Celia saw a small cottage set back a little way from the road.

A young woman, with a pale face and sad-looking blue eyes, was standing at the gate with a baby in her arms.

As the phaeton drove up, a faint colour came to her white face; she dropped a little curtsy and was turning away, but stopped when the old lady called to her.

The young woman approached, with an air of timidity, of passive obedience, which was as pathetic as her eyes.
"Well, how is the baby, Susie ?" asked her ladyship.
"He is quite well, now, my lady," replied the girl, in a low, toneless voice.
"That's right.