It was the lady who'd asked me all the questions at Mr. Howarth's. Dressed that beautiful she was like a picture. The sight of her made me forget my manners. I stared, feeling as if I could hardly believe my eyes. 'You seem surprised,' she said. Surprise wasn't the word! 'I hope I haven't arrived at an inconvenient hour. May I come in?' 'Of course, miss; and welcome.' She went into the parlour, making it look like a different room. I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't take my eyes from off her. 'Have you had any news of your husband?' 'No, miss; that I haven't.' 'Are these your children?' 'Yes, miss, they are.' 'But you're quite a child.' 'I'm twenty-three.' 'Twenty-three! You don't look twenty. How is it that you manage to look so young?' She sat down by the table. 'What is your little boy's name?' 'Jimmy.' 'Jimmy? Why do you call him that?' 'His father's name is James.' 'James? Hasn't he another name?' 'I've never heard him speak of it.' 'What pretty children they are--and how beautifully you keep them!' Her words made me tingle; because, although I say it, there are no children round these parts who are kept like mine. She sat staring at Jimmy; and he didn't seem a bit afraid. 'Come here,' she said. He went, and she put him on her knee. 'He's like his father.' 'That's what I say, miss.' 'He has his father's eyes.' Which was a fact. Though how she knew it was is more than I could say. Pollie, who always follows Jimmy, had placed herself beside her brother. 'The girl's like you; though she's not so pretty as her mother.' 'Oh, miss, you shouldn't talk like that; especially before the children. Besides, I'm not pretty now. I know I was once, because they used to tell me so. But now I'm old.' 'Old? Oh, yes, you're very old. I wish I was as young, and half as pretty.' 'Oh, miss.' I stammered--through being that eager to say something I knew I didn't ought to--'if you'll excuse me for making so free, you're the most beautiful lady I ever saw.' She laughed right out. 'Then you've never seen a looking-glass, because I assure you I was never half so pretty as you are at this minute. It seems odd for two women to be paying each other compliments, but yours is the kind of face which is seen only once in a generation. Tell me--how did you meet your husband?' I told her the whole story. She listened, as it seemed to me, with wonder. 'How strange! And you married him, knowing nothing about him except what he told you.' 'He told me nothing.' 'But you must have known something of his previous history--what he'd been, and what he'd done.' 'I never thought to ask.' 'But he's told you since.' 'He hasn't; not a word. He never talks of himself at all.' 'But, my child, you must know something of him at this time of day. Where are his parents--his relations?'