She slipped them on. The spectacles hid her eyes and at the same time gave her a sense of being armoured and protected against the world.
When she went downstairs, Mr. Musgrave exclaimed at her appearance, but when she told him her eyes were aching, she knew that he thought she was trying to hide her tears.
Let him think what he wished. The spectacles were a good protection and so she would wear them.
When they arrived at Euston Station in London, Lord Bedlington was waiting for them.
Behind her spectacles Cornelia could now study him as they drove to Park Lane, having thanked Mr. Musgrave for his services and dismissed him.
Lord Bedlington made an effort to be pleasant to his orphan niece,
“Your aunt will introduce you to young people of your own age,” he said. “There are plenty of
