Chapter VIII.
A Voice from the Basket.
Before I reached Home, a drizzling Rain began to fall, which I was very sorry for on Gatty's Account.
In the Course of the Evening, Dr. Elwes called. He said, "What could that young Baggage mean by sending me her three Pounds? I give them in Charge to you, Mrs. Patty, to remit to her, since I don't know her Address."
I said, "You are very kind, Doctor, but Lady Betty is well able to remunerate you."
He said, "Oh, hang Lady Betty—I don't return the Money to her, but to Mrs. Gatty."
"Perhaps," said I, "Mrs. Gatty's Pride will be hurt."
"And have I no Pride, neither?" says he. "I am not accustomed to take Fees of a Lady's Maid."