I thought he'd soon pull round; it's the wonderful air.
Let me look at him." She took the baby from the young woman's arms, which yielded him slowly and reluctantly.

"Oh, yes, he is looking famously." "What a pretty baby!" Celia exclaimed, bending over the child with all a young girl's rapture.

"It's a darling." The young mother's pale face flushed, and the faded blue eyes grew radiant for a moment, as she raised them gratefully to Celia's face; but the flush, the radiance, vanished almost instantly, and the face became patient and sad again.
"You must try to get some of the baby's roses in your own cheeks, Susie," said her ladyship, peering at the girl.
"Yes, my lady," came the passive response.

She took the child into her own arms, pressing it to her with a little convulsive movement, then, as the carriage drove off, dropped a curtsy.
"That's a sad business," said Lady Gridborough, speaking rather to herself than to her companion.

"It's the old story: selfish man, weak woman." "She is a stranger here ?" asked Celia.
"Yes; she was born in a little village where I live sometimes.