The servant led me ... into a The girl returned no answer, but room, with a fire, where she having ushered me into a left me alone.... I stood and spacious room with a fire in it, warmed my numbed fingers over she left me there by myself; ... the blaze; ... there was no there was no candle. I stood ... candle. warming my numb hands and limbs. I heard the door open ... and I The door opened, and an saw a face ... I never can individual entered, ... a tall forget. My heart told me lady with dark hair, dark eyes, directly it was Miss Ashton and a pale and large forehead [Eshton]. Dear, noble girl! her [Miss Temple. Her real name was face was rather large, but Miss Evans], her countenance was accurately oval--just as you see grave, her bearing erect. them in the fine sacred pictures of Murillo--those pictures of grand female beauty. She considered me attentively Everything in that face was for a minute or two. great, open, frank, truthlike, ... and yet there was a grave ... "Are you tired?" she asked, ... melancholy overspreading placing her hand on my shoulder. that regal countenance.... It was singular to see a woman ... "A little, ma'am." acting as the manager of a benevolent institution and living apart from the world who might have shone in any court in Europe and ... perhaps had no equal on any throne ... [!] She advanced towards me stately, but kindly, touched my cheek with her finger, and then seeing me smile, she smiled in return, and, after scanning my features a moment, she lifted me up and kissed me. "I love you, madam," I said. Then she set me down ... and, putting her hand upon my head, she asked me:-- "Your name is Catherine Bell, is it not?"... [Here follows the "Shakespeare's Day" reference I have already given.]