When she came in he turned and smiled at her, as if they had been old friends meeting after a separation.

"You wait upon me yourself ?" he asked.

"I am served like the gods!" She had waited upon a great many people, but none of them had ever told her that.

The observation added a certain lightness to the step with which she went to a little table where there were some curious red glasses--glasses covered with little gold sprigs, which Charlotte used to dust every morning with her own hands.

Gertrude thought the glasses very handsome, and it was a pleasure to her to know that the wine was good; it was her father's famous madeira.