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Lady Quaintree did not let excitement interfere with her usual plans and daily arrangements. She had settled that they should go on Saturday -- the day after that one so memorable in Lois' life -- to the Zoological Gardens to hear the band play; and, accordingly, at about four o'clock, she set off with Lois and her son in the carriage.
To Lois it all appeared as a dream. Everything was the same, yet how different! Only a week ago had she attended her patroness to this gay scene, then as her paid if esteemed and indulged dependent. Now how was everything altered! Her very attire proclaimed that the tide of events had swept over her. She thought to keep her head steady, to stand unchanged, but it was difficult. It is as dangerous looking over an abyss clothed with all the flowers of spring, illumined by the golden rays of the morning sun, as to peer down from the black, beetling brow of a precipice, jagged and repellent.