Celia was half-way across the room before she remembered that one side of her hair was still floating on her shoulders.
"I will take him into your closet, Madam," said Patient, as she left the room.
The colloquy outside was audible within.
"Mr. Philip, will you wait a few minutes? I have not ended dressing Madam's hair, but by the time you have changed your boots she will be ready to see you."
"Pray what is the matter with my boots?"
"They are splashed all over, Sir. My Lady would not allow you to come into Madam's closet with such boots as those, which you know."
"Leather and prunella! Never mind my boots nor my mother neither!"
"Sir!" responded Patient, in a tone which admitted of but one interpretation.
"Well, come, I don't mean——you are always making me say something I don't mean, you dear old tease!"
"Sir, I must obey my Lady's orders."