busied myself in preparations： the fortnight passed rapidly。 I had not a very large wardrobe； though it y wants； and the last day sufficed to pack my trunk；—the same I had brought with me eight years ago from Gateshead。
The box was corded； the card nailed on。 In half…an…hour the carrier was to call for it to take it to Lowton； whether I myself was to repair at an early hour the next morning to meet the coach。 I had brushed my black stuff travelling…dress； prepared my bon； gloves； and muff； sought in all my drawers to see that no article was left behind； and now having nothing more to do； I sat down and tried to rest。 I could not； though I had been on foot all day； I could not now repose an instant； I was too much excited。 A phase of my life was closing to…night； a new one opening to…morrow： impossible to slumber in the interval； I must watch feverishly while the change was being acplished。
“Miss；” said a servant who met me in the lobby； where I was wandering like a troubled spirit； “a person below wishes to see you。”
“The carrier； no doubt；” I thought； and ran downstairs without inquiry。 I was passing the back…parlour or teachers’ sitting…room； the door of which was half open； to go to the kitchen； when some one ran out—
“It’s her； I am sure！—I could have told her anywhere！” cried the individual who stopped my progress and took my hand。
I looked： I saw a woman attired like a well…dressed servant； matronly； yet still young； very good…looking； with black hair and eyes； and lively plexion。
“Well； who is it？” she asked； in a voice and with a smile I half recognised； “you’ve not quite forgotten me； I think； Miss Jane？”
In another second I was embracing and kissing her rapturously： “Bessie！ Bessie！ Bessie！” that was all I said