“Not in the least, except to such appreciation as yours. Where is she?”
“In your Ladyship's library.”
“Did she come alone?”
“No, my Lady. Mr. Henderson drove her over in his car, and said he 'd pass this way again in the evening.”
And now her Ladyship swept proudly by, scarcely noticing the bowing servants who had formed into a line along the hall, and who endeavored to throw into their sorrowful faces as much of joy as might consist with the very deepest humility. Nor was she more condescending to old Catty, who stood courtesying at the top of the stairs, with a basket of keys on her arm that might have served to lock up all Newgate.
“How cold every place feels! Collins, are you sure the rooms are properly aired?” cried she, shuddering. “But I suppose it's the climate. Have another stove put there,” said she, pointing to an impossible locality.
“Yes, my Lady,” replied Collins.
“And warmer carpets on these passages.”
“Yes, my Lady; it shall be done to-morrow.”
“No, sir; to-day.”