But I think she must have run up to town quietly for shopping.

I saw her one day in Piccadilly, and I was almost sure Lady Anstruthers was with her in the carriage--almost sure." Mrs.Vanderpoel's heart quickened its beat.
"You were so young when she married," she said.

"I daresay you have forgotten her face." "Oh, no!" Milly protested effusively.

"I remember her quite well.

She was so pretty and pink and happy-looking, and her hair curled naturally.
I used to pray every night that when I grew up I might have hair and a complexion like hers." Mrs.Vanderpoel's kind, maternal face fell.
"And you were not sure you recognised her?
Well, I suppose twelve years does make a difference," her voice dragging a little.
Milly saw that she had made a blunder.