The first of these touches conveyed that the written statement took up the tale at a point after it had in a manner begun. He had for his own town residence a big house filled with the spoils of travel and the trophies of the chase. But it was to his country home, an old family place in Essex, that he wished her immediately to proceed. The awkward thing was that they had practically no other relations and that his own affairs took up all his time. There were plenty of people to help, but of course the young lady who should go down as governess would be in supreme authority. I don't anticipate. She was young, untried, nervous. It was a vision of serious duties in little company, of really great loneliness. Yes, but that's just the beauty of her passion. It was the beauty of it. It sounded dull, but sounded strange, and all the more so because of his main condition, which was. She promised to do this, and she mentioned to me that when for a moment disburdened, delighted, he held her hand, thanking her for the sacrifice. She already felt rewarded. But was that all her reward? One of the ladies asked. Here she would stay, comforted and soothed among the lovely plants and rich exotics, rejoicing the heart of old Turner the gardener, who since Polly's first rapturous entrance had taken her into his good graces for all time. Every chance she could steal after practice hours were over and after the clamorous demands of the boys upon her time were fully satisfied, was seized to fly on the wings of the wind to the flowers. Then dear, said Missus Whitney, you must be kinder to her than ever. Think what it would be for one of you to be away from home, even among friends.