Faustina agreed to this, and when the change was effected she certainly presented a more respectable appearance.
Mrs. MacDonald next unpacked the large basket, taking from it a dressing-case, furnished with every requisite for the toilet; a work-box, with every convenience for a lady's busy-idleness; and a writing-desk, with every necessary article for epistolary correspondence.
"Now where shall I put them?" she inquired, looking around upon the bare cell.
"Ah, the beastly place!" exclaimed Faustina; "there is no table, no stand; you will have to leave them on the floor or set them on the window sill."
Mrs. MacDonald ranged them on the floor, against the wall, under the window.
And then she rolled up the spoiled evening dress and crowded it into the empty basket. Next she took the trunk and pushed it under the bed, saying:
"In that trunk, my dear, you will find every requisite change of clothing. The basket I will take back."
"Ah, but I want many more things beside clothing. I want tea and coffee. I want bed linen and china; and—many more things," said Faustina impatiently,
"And you shall have everything you want, my dear. Your purse is in
your writing desk. There are a hundred and forty guineas in it.
Money will buy you all you want. And I will see it brought," said
Mrs. Dugald, going to the cell door and rapping.
Dame Ferguson came and unlocked it.