"Come in," I said a little wearily.
She entered and came directly to where I sat by the window. She put
her arms around me,--motherly-wise as I fancied,--and spoke to me:
"Marcia, my dear, I cannot leave you without telling you I have seen it
all. I speak as an older woman to a younger. Dear child, I wish you
joy; you deserve all that is in store for you--and there is so much for
you, so much here in the old manor. I am so happy for you and with
you, my dear."