But she is far away
Now; nor the hours of night, grown hoar,
Bring, yet to me, long gazing, from the door,
The wind-stirred robe of roseate gray,
And rose-cream of the hour that leads the day,
When we shall meet once more.
-D. G. Rossetti.
Hilda Quentyns, Judy's idol, was not the strongest of characters. She was very sweet and