He calls you a chattering old--I
don't know what he won't call you. And, of course, I know you are a
lady, miss. Of course you look a lady, miss, when you are dressed
like one. But then, you see, when I first saw you, you were not
dressed as you are now, and at first sight, of course, we go by the
dress a good deal, you know. But Mr. D'Arcy needn't be afraid I shall
not treat you like a lady, miss. I'm only a housekeeper now, though,
of course, I was once very different--very different indeed. But, of
course, anybody has only to look at you to see you are a lady, and,
besides, Mr. D'Arcy says you are a lady, and that is quite enough."
'At this moment there came through the door--it was ajar--Mr.
D'Arcy's voice from the distance, so loud and clear that every word
could be heard.
'"Mrs. Titwing, why do you stay chattering there, preventing Miss
Wynne from getting ready? You know we are going out for a walk
together."
'"Oh Lord, miss!" said the poor woman in a frightened tone, "I must
go. Tell him I didn't chatter--tell him you asked me questions and I
was obliged to answer them.
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