She appeared now no more than five-and-thirty, though she might easily have been ten or a dozen years older. She had clear steady eyes, a Roman nose in its purest form, and also the round prominent chin with which the Caesars are represented in ancient marbles; a mouth expressing a capability for and tendency to strong emotion, habitually controlled by pride. There was a severity about the lower outlines of the face which gave a masculine cast to this portion of her countenance. Womanly weakness was nowhere visible save in one part--the curve of her forehead and brows--there it was clear and emphatic. She wore a lace shawl over a brown silk dress, and a net bonnet set with a few blue cornflowers.
'You inserted the advertisement for a situation as lady's-maid giving the address, G., Cross Street?' 'Yes, madam. Graye.' 'Yes. I have heard your name--Mrs. Morris, my housekeeper, mentioned you, and pointed out your advertisement.' This was puzzling intelligence, but there was not time enough to consider it.
'Where did you live last?' continued Miss Aldclyffe.
'I have never been a servant before. I lived at home.' 'Never been out? I thought too at sight of you that you were too girlish-looking to have done much. But why did you advertise with such assurance? It misleads people.' 'I am very sorry: I put "inexperienced" at first, but my brother said it is absurd to trumpet your own weakness to the world, and would not let it remain.' 'But your mother knew what was right, I suppose?' 'I have no mother, madam.' 'Your father, then?' 'I have no father.' 'Well,' she said, more softly, 'your sisters, aunts, or cousins.' 'They didn't think anything about it.' 'You didn't ask them, I suppose.' 'No.' 'You should have done so, then. Why didn't you?' 'Because I haven't any of them, either.' Miss Aldclyffe showed her surprise. 'You deserve forgiveness then at any rate, child,' she said, in a sort of drily-kind tone.
'However, I am afraid you do not suit me, as I am looking for an elderly person. You see, I want an experienced maid who knows all the usual duties of the office.' She was going to add, 'Though I like your appearance,' but the words seemed offensive to apply to the ladylike girl before her, and she modified them to, 'though I like you much.' 'I am sorry I misled you, madam,' said Cytherea.
Miss Aldclyffe stood in a reverie, without replying.
'Good afternoon,' continued Cytherea.