She lives in a respectable home and is saved from many dangers.

I do not hold with the new-fangled notion of letting girls run about the world picking up professions." And then Mr.Enderby deliberately changed the conversation.
However, Reine could not forget the little artist; and that evening, being dressed for dinner rather early, she suddenly bethought her of making her way uninvited to the school-room.
"I really must see her and thank her," she reflected; "and I will ask pardon of Mrs.Enderby afterwards for the liberty." And then she set out to look for the school-room.
It happened that Hetty was sitting all alone at the school-room table; her chin in her hand, her eyes fixed on the pages of a book.

A window behind her, framing golden sky and deep-coloured foliage, made her the foreground figure of a striking picture.

Her dark head and flowing hair, her pale but richly-tinted face with its thoughtful brow and intelligent mouth, her little warm brown hand and wrist were all softly and distinctly defined against the glories of the distance.

As Reine opened the door and came in, Hetty looked up as much startled as if an angel had come to visit her.
Reine was dressed all in white shimmering silk, which enhanced the beauty of her bright brunette face.