Mary Gray | Page 9

years.

She is very capable. I will tell her that she must remain with your
stepmother. It is amazing what one really capable woman can do. And
afterwards there will be the salary."
The salary, and perhaps a quick, warm feeling for Lady Anne which
sprang up suddenly in Mary's heart, settled the question. After all, as
Lady Anne said, despite her greatness she was very lonely. She had lost
her son and her grandson, and she could not endure her nephew or his
family. She had only a few old cronies. As a matter of fact, although
she had taken a fancy to Mary Gray and captured the child's susceptible
heart, she was not a particularly amiable or lovable old lady to the rest
of the world. She was too keen-sighted and sharp-tongued to be
popular.
Mary slept that night in such a room as she had never dreamt of. There
was a little bed in the corner of it with a flowing veil of white,
lace-trimmed muslin like a baby's cot. There was white muslin tied
with blue ribbons at the window, and the dressing-table was as gaily
and innocently adorned. There was a work-box on a little table, a
writing-desk on another; a shelf of books hung on the wall. The room
had really been made ready for a dear young cousin of Lady Anne's,
who had not lived to enjoy it. If Mary had only known, she owed
something of Lady Anne's interest to the fact that her eyes were grey,
like Viola's, her cheek transparent like Viola's.
Apart from the discomfort of the broken arm, as she lay in the soft,
downy little bed, she was ill at ease, wondering how they were getting
on without her at Wistaria Terrace. Her breast had an ache for the baby
who was used to lie warm against it. Her good arm felt strange and
lonely for the familiar little body. She kept putting it out in a panic
during her sleep because she missed the baby.
In the morning Simmons, Lady Anne's maid, came to help her dress. It
was very difficult, Mary found, to do things for one's self with a broken
arm. Her head ached because of the disturbed sleep and the pain of the
broken limb. Simmons had come to her in a somewhat hostile frame of
mind. She did not hold with picking up gutter-children from no one
knew where and setting people as were respectable to wait upon them.

But at heart she was a good-natured woman, and her indignation
disappeared before the unchildish pain and weariness of Mary's face.
"There," she said, "I wouldn't be fretting, if I were you. Lor' bless you,
there's fine treats in store for you. Her ladyship sent only last night for a
roll of grey cashmere. I'm to fit you after your breakfast and make it up
as quick as I can. Then you'll be fit to go out with her ladyship in the
carriage and get your other things."
It was the last day of the ugly linsey. Simmons got through her task
with great quickness. She was a woman of taste, else she had not been
Lady Anne's maid. Lady Anne was more particular about her garments
than most young women. And, having once made up her mind to like
Mary, Simmons took an interest in her task.
"You are so kind, Mrs. Simmons," Mary said gratefully, feeling the
gentleness and dexterity with which the woman tried on her new
garments without once jarring the broken arm.
"I'm kind enough to those who take me the proper way," said Simmons,
greatly pleased with Mary's prefix of Mrs., which was brevet rank,
since Simmons had never married. It would have made a great
difference to Mary's comfort at this time if she had been sufficiently
ill-advised to call Simmons without a prefix, as Lady Anne did.
Dr. Carruthers had called to see Mary the morning after the accident.
He had interviewed his patient in the morning-room, and was passing
out through the hall when Lady Anne's voice over the banisters
summoned him to her presence.
"You can give me a little while, Dr. Carruthers?" she said. "I shall not
be interfering with your work?"
"I am quite free"--a little colour came into his cheeks. "The friend
whose work I was doing at the House of Mercy returned last night.
Yesterday was my last day."
"Ah! and yesterday brought you an unexpected patient. How do you

find her?"
"She has less physique than she ought to have."
"Yes, she has been underfed and overworked. I am going to alter all
that. I have taken her into my house as my little companion."
Dr. Carruthers stared in spite of himself.
"You think it very odd of me? Well, I