"I think I am very well--very well, Jane.

You will be quite ready for the early train to-morrow morning." "Yes, my lady, quite." "I have been thinking," said Emily gently, almost in a tone of reverie, "that if your uncle had not wanted your mother so much it would have been nice to have her here with us.

She is such an experienced person, and so kind.

I never forget how kind she was to me when I had the little room in Mortimer Street." "Oh! my lady, you was kind to _us_," cried Jane.
She recalled afterwards, with tears, how her ladyship moved nearer to her and took her hand with what Jane called "her wonderful _good_ look," which always brought a lump to her throat.
"But I always count on you, Jane," she said.

"I count on you so much." "Oh! my lady," Jane cried again, "it's my comfort to believe it.