1/11 CHAPTER XV. In less than a week she called again, and this time in company with another lady, a Mrs. Mrs.Lloyd was a tall, spare woman, with an intellectual face, bright, restless, penetrating eyes, a clear musical voice, subdued, but winning manners. She was a little past thirty, though sickness of body or mind had stolen the bloom of early womanhood, and carried her forward, apparently, to the verge of forty. Mrs.Emerson had never before heard of this lady. |