My lady lay on her couch , a little in the shadow , regarding her daughter with an anxious air , for over the young face a somber change had passed which filled her with disquiet . `` You are out of spirits , love , '' she said at last , breaking the long silence , as Lillian gave an unconscious sigh and leaned wearily into the depths of her chair . `` Yes , Mamma , a little . '' `` What is it ? Are you ill ? '' `` No , Mamma ; I think London gaiety is rather too much for me . I 'm too young for it , as you often say , and I 've found it out . '' `` Then it is only weariness that makes you so pale and grave , and so bent on coming back here ? '' Lillian was the soul of truth , and with a moment 's hesitation answered slowly , `` Not that alone , Mamma . I 'm worried about other things . Do n't ask me what , please . '' `` But I must ask . Tell me , child , what things ? Have you seen any one ? Had letters , or been annoyed in any way about -- anything ? '' My lady spoke with sudden energy and rose on her arm , eyeing the girl with unmistakable suspicion and excitement . `` No , Mamma , it 's only a foolish trouble of my own , '' answered Lillian , with a glance of surprise and a shamefaced look as the words reluctantly left her lips . `` Ah , a love trouble , nothing more ? Thank God for that ! '' And my lady sank back as if a load was off her mind .
`` XXXXX me all , my darling ; there is no confidante like a mother . ''
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