'Feeling better?' said Torpenhow.
'Yes, Thank you. There aren't many gentlemen that are as kind as you are. Thank you.'
'When did you leave service?' said Dick, who had been watching the scarred and chapped hands.
'How did you know I was in service? I was. General servant. I didn't like it.'
'And how do you like being your own mistress?'
'Do I look as if I liked it?'
'I suppose not. One moment. Would you be good enough to turn your face to the window?'
The girl obeyed, and Dick watched her face keenly,—so keenly that she made as if to hide behind Torpenhow.
'The eyes have it,' said Dick, walking up and down. 'They are superb eyes for my business. And, after all, every head depends on the eyes. This has been sent from heaven to make up for—what was taken away. Now the weekly strain's off my shoulders, I can get to work in earnest. Evidently sent from heaven. Yes. Raise your chin a little, please.'
'Gently, old man, gently. You're scaring somebody out of her wits,' said Torpenhow, who could see the girl trembling.
'Don't let him hit me! Oh, please don't let him hit me! I've been hit cruel to-day because I
