Make out our bills, my good Timms, I can pay you in full." That evening there arrived at Northbury by the seven o'clock train a single first-class passenger--a girl dressed in a long gray cloak, and a big, picturesque shady hat stepped on to the platform.

She was the only passenger to alight at Northbury, and the one or two sleepy porters regarded her with interest and admiration.

She was very graceful, and her light-colored eyes had a peculiar quick expression which made people turn to watch her again.
The strange girl had scarcely any luggage--only a small portmanteau covered with a neat case of brown holland, and a little trunk to match.
She asked one of the porters to call a cab, did not disdain the shaky and ghastly-looking conveyance which Loftus Bertram had been too proud to use; sprang lightly into it, desired the porter to put her luggage on the roof, and gave the address of Rosendale Manor.
"Oh, that accounts for it," said the man to his mate.

"She's one of them proud Bertram folk.

I thought by the looks of her as she didn't belong to none of the Northbury people." The other laughed.
"She have got an eye," he said.