"Yes and no, my lady. We have met the one who wrote it--Hope and
I--but neither of us can recall her name;" and thereupon she told
something of her old nurse, and the coming of the new lodger, just
before their departure on this journey.
Lady Moreham listened with breathless interest, her eyes intent upon
the envelope, which she still held. As Faith touched lightly upon the
appearance of the stranger, she said briefly.
"Tell me more, please. Describe everything about her. Was she tall,
or short? What colored hair and eyes? What sort of voice?"
"A flutey voice, like some birds I've listened to," returned the girl
ruminantly, "but with something a bit odd and different in her speech
that made us think her an American, and Hope even spoke of it; but just
then the carriage came to take us to the wharf, and she forgot to
answer."
"Yes, yes," cried the other eagerly, "and she was tall and slender?"
"Very, and a fine figure, we thought. She had light brown hair, and
her eyes--"
"Yes, her eyes--" Lady Moreham was bending forward with bated breath,
and Faith watched her wonderingly as she continued, "When she looked at
you, listening to what you had to say, was there any peculiarity?"
"Only that they were not of the same size nor color," laughed the girl,
"and she had a way of dropping her head a little, and looking up
sidewise like a bird."
"True, true!" breathed the lady, "and as you say one eye was brown and
one blue.
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