CHAPTER XVIII.
REINE GAYTHORNE.
Mrs.Enderby, her visitor, and her two daughters were sitting together one morning at needlework in the pretty morning-room looking out on an old walled garden, at Wavertree Hall.

The distant ends of this old garden, draped with ivy and creepers, had been made into a tennis ground, a smooth trim green chamber lying behind the brilliant beds of flowers.

Sitting near the window the figures of the girls looked charming against so picturesque a background.
Miss Gaythorne's face, upraised to the light, was full of goodness, sweetness, and intelligence.

A low broad brow, soft bright dark eyes, a rich brunette complexion, and red brown hair, so curly as to be gathered with difficulty into a knot at the back of her neck, were some of this girl's beauties which the eye could take in at a glance.

A longer time was necessary to discern all the fine traits of character that were so artlessly expressed in turn by her speaking countenance.
She wore a pretty dress of maroon cashmere and velvet, with delicate ruffles of rich old yellow lace.