Miss Graves looked mournful, and lifted up her eyes and hands to Heaven, but did not dare to speak this time.
“I thought she looked a little heavy about the eyes this morning,” said the Marchioness, apparently very agitated; “and I have heard from Eglamour this post; he is not well, too; I think everybody is ill now; he has caught a fever going to see the ruins of Paestum. I wonder why people go to see ruins!”
“I wonder, indeed,” said Miss Graves; “I never could see anything in a ruin.”
“O, Mr. Grey!” continued the Marchioness, “I really am afraid Julie is going to be very ill.”
“Let Miss Graves pull her tail and give her a little mustard seed: she will be better tomorrow.”
“Remember that, Miss Graves.”
“Oh! y-e-s, my Lady!”
“Mrs. Felix,” said the Marchioness, as that lady entered the room, “you are late to-day; I always reckon upon you as a supporter of an early breakfast at Desir.”
“I have been half round the park.”
“Did you hear the scream, Mrs. Felix?”