With such rich golden hair, such soft blue eyes, and such a bright, innocent, trusting face! In short, she had such a natural, captivating, winning manner that in a few minutes we were sitting in the windowseat, with the light of the fire upon us, talking together as free and happy as could be. What a load off my mind! It was so delightful to know that she could confide in me and like me! It was so good of her, and so encouraging to me! He was very young, not more than nineteen then, if quite so much, but nearly two years older than she was. Kenge to come in. He gave us a searching look as we entered, but his manner was both courtly and kind. Kenge presented her, and his lordship begged her to sit down near him. It touched me that the home of such a beautiful young creature should be represented by that dry, official place. Richard bowed and stepped forward. This is the young lady. Kenge leant over before it was quite said and whispered. His lordship, with his eyes upon his papers, listened, nodded twice or thrice, turned over more leaves, and did not look towards me again until we were going away. We looked at one another, half laughing at our being like the children in the wood, when a curious little old woman in a squeezed bonnet and carrying a reticule came curtsying and smiling up to us with an air of great ceremony. It matters very little now. Neither of the three served or saved me. I have the honour to attend court regularly. I expect a judgment.