Ilooked:Isawawomanattiredlikeawell—dressedservant，matronly，yetstillyoung;verygood—looking，withblackhairandeyes，andlivelycomplexion。
\'Well，whoisit？\'sheasked，inavoiceandwithasmileIhalfrecognised;\'you\'venotquiteforgottenme，Ithink，MissJane？\'
InanothersecondIwasembracingandkissingherrapturously:
\'Bessie！Bessie！Bessie！\'thatwasallIsaid;whereatshehalflaughed，halfcried，andwebothwentintotheparlour。Bythefirestoodalittlefellowofthreeyearsold，inplaidfrockandtrousers。
\'Thatismylittleboy，\'saidBessiedirectly。