Her fair face grew crimson when she remembered what she had done.
It was a fair and tranquil womanhood; the dark eyes retained their wondrous light and beauty; the curling rings of dark hair were luxuriant as ever; the lips wore a patient, sweet expression.

The clear, healthy country air had given a delicate bloom to the fair face.
Dora looked more like the elder sister of the young girls than their mother.
The quiet, half-dreamy monotony was broken at last.

Mrs.Vyvian was suddenly summoned home.

Her mother, to whom she was warmly attached, was said to be dying, and she wished her last few days to be spent with her daughter.

At the same time Lady Earle wrote to say that her husband was so ill that it was impossible for her to look for any lady to supply Mrs.Vyvian's place.