“My dear Mother:
“I am sorry I was out when you called. I did not expect you, as I am only passing through London on my way to Brussels. I am anxious to get clear of this vile city, and so shall start to-night. Buckstone tells me you are looking well; and this assurance must content me for the present, as I find it impossible to go to you. You were quite right in warning me against what has happened; but it is all past and broken off now, and I am still as ever,
“Your affectionate son,
“SHOLTO DOUGLAS.”
CHAPTER XXI
One day Eliza, out of patience, came to Mrs. Myers, and said:
“A’ thin, maam, will you come up and spake to Miss Conolly. She’s rasin ructions above stairs.”
“Oh dear, oh dear!” said Mrs. Myers. “Cant you keep her quiet?”
“Arra, how can I kape her quiet, an she cryin an roarin, dyin an desarted?”
“Ask Mrs. Forster to go in and coax her to stop.”
“Mrs. Forsther’s at dhuddher ind o the town. Whisht! There she is, callin me. Youll have to gup to her, maam. Faith I wont go next or near her.”