“Was I?—Yes; I think I do. It’ll do another time, Selina; never mind now.”
“You had better have it in the parcel he will send to-morrow; if you’ll give me the pattern and tell me how much you want, I’ll write for it.”
“Thank you, Selina. You’re very kind, but I won’t mind it to-day.”
“How very foolish of you, Fanny; you know you want it, and then you’ll be annoyed about it. You’d better let me order it with the other things.”
“Very well, dear: order it then for me.”
“How much will you want? you must send the pattern too, you know.”
“Indeed, Selina, I don’t care about having it at all; I can do very well without it, so don’t mind troubling yourself.”
“How very ridiculous, Fanny! You know you want black crape—and you must get it from Ellis’s.” Lady Selina paused for a reply, and then added, in a voice of sorrowful rebuke, “It’s to save yourself the trouble of sending Jane for the pattern.”
“Well, Selina, perhaps it is. Don’t bother me about it now, there’s a dear. I’ll be more myself by-and-by; but indeed, indeed, I’m neither well nor happy now.”
“Not well, Fanny! What ails you?”