Rolland

The two ladies had accompanied Henry, and some other guests who went away at the same time, to the railway station, and had just driven back to the house, when the servant announced that 'a person of the name of Rolland was waiting to see her ladyship.'

Rolland was in my service before she became the Countess's maid.

Rolland, I have no objection to be your reference, under the circumstances.

Rolland. This lady is Miss Lockwood--my husband's cousin, and my friend.

Rolland's bushy eyebrows frowned in stern disapproval of the new topic of conversation.

Rolland mysteriously closed her eyes--as if to exclude some vision of the lost courier which was of a nature to disturb a respectable woman.

Rolland went on, with a grim enjoyment of the bewilderment which her reply had produced in Agnes: 'And when I insisted on an apology, Miss, he had the audacity to say that the life at the palace was dull, and he didn't know how else to amuse himself!'

Rolland answered, with a hard solemnity expressive of respect for his lordship's memory.

Rolland, with an undisguised relish of the disappointment that she was inflicting.

Rolland lifted her large hands, covered with rusty black gloves, in mute protest against the introduction of Baron Rivar as a subject of inquiry.

Rolland. She could give no further information which was of the slightest importance to the object in view.