"And now do my hair as quickly as possible."
Phœbe's nimble fingers soon accomplished their task.
"And now go order the carriage to come round directly; and then bring me a cup of coffee," said the lady, rising to adjust her own dress.
Phœbe hurried off to obey, and soon returned, bringing a delicate little breakfast served on a tray.
By the time the countess had drunk the coffee and tasted the rice waffles and broiled partridge, the carriage was announced.
Mrs. Brudenell met her in the lower hall.
"Ah, Berenice, my dear, I am glad to see that you are going for an airing at last. The morning is beautiful after the storm," she said.
"Yes, mamma," replied the countess, rather avoiding the interview.
"Which way will you drive, my dear?"
"I think through the valley; it is sheltered from the wind there. Good-morning!"