We are
told she is a gentlewoman. Indeed, I suppose anyone else would not be
eligible, as she is to be made one of ourselves."
"And think of the nuisance it will be! Do be quiet, Harry! Kate ought to
have been sent to school."
"But your father would not have her sent, you know, Eliza," spoke Mrs.
Carradyne.
"Then--"
"Miss West, ma'am," interrupted Rimmer, the butler, showing in the
traveller.
"Dear me, how very young!" was Mrs. Carradyne's first thought. "And what
a lovely face!"
She came in shyly. In her whole appearance there was a shrinking, timid
gentleness, betokening refinement of feeling. A slender, lady-like girl,
in a plain, dark travelling suit and a black bonnet lined and tied with
pink, a little lace border shading her nut-brown hair. The bonnets in
those days set off a pretty face better than do these modern ones.
That's what the Squire tells us.
Mrs. Carradyne advanced and shook hands cordially; Eliza bent her head
slightly from where she stood; Harry Carradyne stood up, a pleasant
welcome in his blue eyes and in his voice, as he laughingly
congratulated her upon the ancient Evesham fly not having come to grief
en route.
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