"A mind at peace with all below, A heart where love is innocent!" Should she go back and tell Mr. Wycherly why she wanted the money and let him decide? Then once more might she "walk in beauty like the night" with her hair all round her and a light heart. But he would be certain to advise her not to buy the "Magnolia Bloom." He wouldn’t forbid it. That was not his way. But he would make it impossible for her to go and buy it—and she wanted it so dreadfully. Perhaps when he saw how lovely she looked with a face that was no longer brown but purest white "with the soft sheen of a butterfly’s wing" he would be glad she was so much improved. Jane-Anne knelt down and said her prayers and added at the end the following petition: "And please, dear Lord, let him admire me very much when I’m all over ’Magnolia Bloom.’" Mrs. Dew came to take away the candle, but the room was quite light, for a big yellow moon was shining straight in. Now was the moment when Jane-Anne usually arose and walked in beauty, repeating the poem the while. Instead, she lay quite still. She felt she had no right to that poem; Lord Byron had not written it for her. Why did she feel so certain that he, too, would have disapproved of the "Magnolia Bloom"? Jane-Anne cried herself to sleep. * * * * * Next day she went to the largest hairdresser’s in Oxford, and presented herself timidly at a counter laden with all sorts of pots and boxes and bottles. She asked for the "Magnolia Bloom" in a weak and trembling voice, and was relieved to find they had it. "Which shade will you have?" asked the young lady behind the counter. "Oh, the very whitest, please!" exclaimed Jane-Anne. "D’you want a puff, miss?" asked the attendant. Jane-Anne had never thought of a puff. She shook her head sadly. Judging by the price of the other things, no puff could be obtained for three-halfpence, which was all the money she had. She hurried from the shop. How expensive it was to be beautiful! She knew what a puff was, for she had been permitted to assist at and to admire the bathing of Mrs. Methuen’s baby, and she had seen the nurse powder him. She was nothing if not resourceful. She went to the nearest jeweller and bought a pennyworth of cotton wool, and armed with what _The Peeress_ called these "aids to beauty," she returned to Holywell in a flutter of excitement. Anxious as she was to try the beautifying effect of the "Magnolia Bloom," she felt some diffidence in presenting herself before her aunt thus embellished, so she waited until she had taken in Mr. Wycherly’s tea and had her own. It was Mr. Wycherly’s pleasant custom to keep her for half an hour or so when she went in to take away his tea. They talked about Greece, and she had learned to read some of the simple words. She learned the alphabet in two evenings, and astonished Mr. Wycherly by her quickness and receptivity.