All the formality of the Genevan Hospital dropped away from her as a garment, and left only the tender formality of her own nature, so human that it amazed me.

I had never really known her until now.

She had prepared a feast, including Mr.Tucker's famous cheese-cakes, "as patronised by Queen Charlotte," and cakes called "maids of honour." "To my mind," said Miss Plinlimmon, taking one, "there is always an air of refinement about this shop." She praised my growth, and the cleanliness of my skin, and the care with which Mrs.Trapp kept my clothes; and laughed when I reported some of Mrs.Trapp's sayings-- but tremulously: indeed, more than once her eyes brimmed as she gazed across the table.

"You cannot think how happy I am!" she almost whispered, and broke off to draw my attention to a young officer who had entered the shop, with two ladies in fresh summer gowns of sprigged muslin, and who stood by the counter buying sweetmeats.
"If you can do so without staring, Harry, always make a point of observing such people as that.

You will be surprised at the little hints you pick up." I told her, growing bold, that I knew no finer lady than she, and never wanted to--which I still think a happy and highly creditable speech for a boy of eleven.