“Be all of you everything you please,” rejoined the childish, merry voice, “with Charley Frobisher for Master of the Horse.”
“Linton for Master of the Revels,” said some one.
“Agreed,” said she.
“Mr. Cashel had better be First Lord of the Treasury, I suspect,” said Lady Janet, snappishly, “if the Administration is to last.”
“And if ye a'ways wear drapery o' this fashion,” said Sir Andrew, taking up the torn fragment of her riding-habit as he spoke, “I maun say that the Mistress of the Robes will na be a sinecure.”
“Will any one tell me what are my powers?” said she, sitting down with an air of mock dignity.
“Will any one dare to say what they are not?” responded Cashel.
“Have I unlimited command in everything?”
“In everything, madam; I and all mine are at your orders.”
“That's what the farce will end in,” whispered Lady Janet to Mrs. Kennyfeck.