CHAPTER II

THE HOUSE She had been told that there would be someone to meet her, and at once after leaving her carriage she saw a plump, rosy-cheeked, young chauffeur coming toward her. 'Miss Swan?' he asked, touching his cap. 'Yes,' she said shyly. She was comforted a little, because he looked as though he were from the country. Smart, though, but strong and sturdy. She knew that he would not smile at her box for being shabby or turn up his nose at her timid air. The box was found. The car, very large, dark blue, waited scorn…