Wives and Daughters: An Every-Day Story - Page 141/572

"Lady Harriet?" said Molly, suddenly enlightened by the word

"condescending."

"Yes. Why, how did you guess it? But, after all, her call, at any

rate in the first instance, was upon you. Oh, dear Molly! if you're

not in a hurry to go to bed, let me sit down quietly and tell you all

about it; for my heart jumps into my mouth still when I think of how

I was caught. She--that is, her ladyship--left the carriage at 'The

George,' and took to her feet to go shopping--just as you or I may

have done many a time in our lives. And sister was taking her forty

winks; and I was sitting with my gown up above my knees and my feet

on the fender, pulling out my grandmother's lace which I'd been

washing. The worst has yet to be told. I'd taken off my cap, for I

thought it was getting dusk and no one would come, and there was I in

my black silk skull-cap, when Nancy put her head in, and whispered,

'There's a lady downstairs--a real grand one, by her talk;' and in

there came my Lady Harriet, so sweet and pretty in her ways, it was

some time before I remembered I had never a cap on. Sister never

wakened; or never roused up, so to say. She says she thought it was

Nancy bringing in the tea when she heard some one moving; for her

ladyship, as soon as she saw the state of the case, came and knelt

down on the rug by me, and begged my pardon so prettily for having

followed Nancy upstairs without waiting for permission; and was so

taken by my old lace, and wanted to know how I washed it, and where

you were, and when you'd be back, and when the happy couple would be

back: till sister wakened--she's always a little bit put out, you

know, when she first wakens from her afternoon nap,--and, without

turning her head to see who it was, she said, quite sharp,--'Buzz,

buzz, buzz! When will you learn that whispering is more fidgeting

than talking out loud? I've not been able to sleep at all for the

chatter you and Nancy have been keeping up all this time.' You know

that was a little fancy of sister's, for she'd been snoring away as

naturally as could be. So I went to her, and leant over her, and said

in a low voice,--

"'Sister, it's her ladyship and me that has been conversing.'

"'Ladyship here, ladyship there! have you lost your wits, Phoebe,

that you talk such nonsense--and in your skull-cap, too!'