Chapter 19 CHAPTER XIX

"I love him, and I love him, and I love!

Oh heart, my love goes welling o'er the brim;

He makes my light more than the sun above.

And what am I! save what I am to him?"

MRS. HERIOT had quite failed to make a conquest of Miss Chester, for the old lady considered that every woman who used paint and powder was a hussy. There was a very for