Jill was as good as gold, and helped me with Elspeth and the children, and she always spent an hour or two with Robin; but by and by she began asking to go up to Gladwyn of her own accord, or proposing to have tea with Mrs. Maberley.

‘Of course I would prefer to stop with you, Ursie dear,’ she said affectionately; ’I would rather talk to you than to any one else; but then, you see, you are never at home, and when you do come in, poor darling, you are so tired that you are only fit for a nap.’  And I could not deny that this was the truth.  After my hard day’s work I was not always disposed for Jill’s lively chatter, and yet her bright face was a very pleasant sight for tired eyes.

I used to question her sometimes about her visits to Gladwyn, and she was always ready to talk of what had passed in the day.  She and Lady Betty had struck up quite a friendship:  this rather surprised me, as they were utterly dissimilar, and had different tastes and pursuits.  Jill was far superior in intelligence and intellectual power; she had wider sympathies, too; and though Lady Betty had a fund of originality, and was fresh and naive; I could hardly understand Jill’s fancy for her, until Jill said one day,

’I do like that dear Lady Betty, she is such a crisp little piece of human goods; no one has properly unfolded her, or tested her good qualities; she is quite new and fresh, a novelty in girls.  One never knows what she will say or do next:  it is that that fascinates me, I believe; because,’ went on Jill, and her great eyes grew bright and puzzled, ’it is not that she is clever; one gets to the bottom of her at once; there is not enough depth to drown you.’

Jill did not take so readily to Gladys; she admired her, even liked her, but frankly owned that she found her depressing.  ’If I talk to her long, I get a sort of ache over me,’ she observed, in her graphic way.  ’It is not that she looks dreadfully unhappy, but that there is no happiness in her face.  Do you know what I mean? for I am apt to be vague.  It rests me to look at you, Ursula; there is something quiet and comfortable in your expression; now, Miss Hamilton looks as though she had lost something she values, or never had it, and must go on looking for it, like that poor ghost lady who wanted to find her lost pearl.’

Jill never could be induced to say much in Mr. Hamilton’s favour, though he was very civil to her and paid her a great deal of attention.  ’Oh, him!’ she would say contemptuously, if I ever hazarded an observation:  ’I never take much notice of odd-looking, ugly men:  they may be clever, but they are not in my line.  Mr. Hamilton stares too much for my taste, and I don’t believe he is kind to his sisters; they are half afraid of him.’  And nothing would induce her to alter her opinion.

But Miss Darrell thoroughly amused her.  Jill’s shrewd, honest eyes were hardly in fault there:  she used to narrate with glee any little fact she could glean about ‘the lady with two faces,’ as she used to call her.