They are very kind to me,
Jennie and Mrs. Goodnough. I am going out with her. Are you an
American?"
"Yes; I am Miss Grey, from Allington, I will help you if I can," was
the reply, and then Bessie's tears fell faster, as she cried:
"Thank you, no. You must not talk to me. You must not come again. Please
go away, or I shall break my promise to Neil."
The name dropped from her lips unwittingly, and Miss Grey repeated it to
herself, trying to remember why it seemed so familiar to her, and as she
thought and looked wonderingly at the tear-stained face, the impulsive
Jennie broke in:
"An' plaze yer ladyship, if you'll go away now and lave Miss Bessie to
be aisy for a little, I'm sure she'll see you again."
"Bessie! Neil!" Miss Grey repeated aloud, and then she thought of Grey's
friend, Neil McPherson, and remembered there was a cousin Bessie of whom
she, too, had heard. Could this be she? Impossible; and yet so strong an
impression had been made upon her that as she passed out and met Mrs.
Goodnough, who, she knew, had the young lady in charge, she said to her:
"I hope you will let me know if I can do anything for Miss McPherson.
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