"Perhaps, while you are finishing—" I began, when she interrupted me, sharply:
"I beg to observe that I am only just beginning."
"Well, then, perhaps more correctly speaking, while you are eating your breakfast, had I not better run up and tell Susan what we are going to wear, that she may get all ready for us, so as not to lose time?"
"Do as you like."
"What shall she put out for you?"
"I don't know; I've not thought about it."
"Oh, but do think about it, Lotty, please do," I urged, coaxingly; "I am certain to be ready myself, but there is so little time now left, I fear, unless you hurry more, you will not be dressed when the carriage comes to the door, and oh, I can't say how vexed I should be to go without you."
"The vexation will all be on your side, then; I should not care a bit."
"Oh, Lotty, is it a matter of such indifference to you whether uncle and aunt are distressed by your behaviour, to say nothing of me?"