This distant shadow saddens me now." The next day she went to the lodge, and asked for Dora.

She half pardoned her son's folly when she saw the pretty dimpled face, the rings of dark hair, lying on the white neck.

The girl was indeed charming and modest, but unfitted--oh, how unfitted! ever to be Lady Earle.

She was graceful as a wild flower is graceful; but she had no manner, no dignity, no cultivation.

She stood blushing, confused, and speechless, before the "great lady." "You know what I want you for, Dora," said Lady Earle, kindly.