Yes, the girl was a lady, there could be no doubt of that. But it was not only the evidence of refinement in the face and the manner of the girl that struck Lady Bell; there was an expression in the dark eyes and clear-cut lips, slightly compressed, which roused her interest and curiosity. It was a face with a history. For the first time she looked at Lady Challoner's note. "I see," she said, "that Lady Challoner knows you, Miss Treherne." "She knew my grandfather," was the quiet answer. "He is dead." "Lately?" said Lady Bell, glancing at the note. Laura Treherne bent her head. "Two months ago," she said, sadly. "And have you no friends with whom you could go and live?" "None who would care to have me, or to whom I should wish to go." Lady Bell was silent for a moment--the girl interested her more each minute. "Are you taking a wise step in seeking for a situation which is considered menial?" she asked. Laura Treherne paused for a moment. "I do not think it degradation to serve Lady Earlsley," she said. Lady Bell smiled, not ill pleased. "You mean to say that you would not accept any situation?" Laura Treherne inclined her head. "How did you know that I wanted a maid?" "I heard it in the house where I am lodging," she replied. "And you knew me?" "Yes; I had heard of you, my lady." "Have you any other testimonials besides this note of Lady Challoner's?" "None, my lady." Lady Bell hesitated. "It is quite sufficient," she said; "but I am afraid you do not understand the duties of a lady's maid." "I think so, my lady. What I do not know now, I can soon learn." "That's true. And I see you do not wish your real name to transpire?" "I would rather that it did not. I would rather be known by some other name," answered Laura Treherne. "Why?" There was a moment's hesitation, and the dark face paled slightly. "I thought Lady Challoner had explained. My friends----" "You do not care for your friends to know that you are in a situation? You think their pride would be greater than your own?" "Exactly, my lady." "Well, I'll engage you," she said. "When can you come? I have no maid at present." "Now, at once, if your ladyship wishes. I will stay now, and send for my luggage, if you please." "Very well," said Lady Bell. "Come to my room in half an hour, and we will arrange matters. You have said nothing about salary." "That I leave in your ladyship's hands." "Like the cabmen," said Lady Bell, laughing. "Well, come to my room in half an hour." Laura Treherne bowed and left the room, and Mrs. Fellowes lifted up her voice in remonstrance. "My dear Bell, that letter may be a forgery."