There was no place for her in _this_ world, she said to herself; and sent a tender reproach in her own mind to the father who had given her up for her good.

Then she felt contrite about Lady Anne.

How good the old lady was to her, and how she stood up for her, would stand up for her, even to the terrible Lady Drummond! Still, it was not her world; it never would be.

She thought, with sudden childish tears filling her eyes, that the next time Lady Anne went to see any of her fine friends she would pray to be left at home.
The great suite of rooms opened one into the other.

Mary was in the last of them--a library walled in books from floor to ceiling.