A few minutes passed, and Matty reappeared.
“What now?” demanded the young lady.
“Please, Miss, ole Marse have sent Jacob, with the close carriage, to fetch the min’s’er, and say he will be here in half an hour if you will get ready.”
“Matty, where is your master?”
“In his study, Miss.”
“Alone?”
“Yes, Miss.”
“Where is Mr. Alexander?”
“He’s gone up to his own room, Miss, to fix hisself.”
“Very well,” said the young lady, as she arose and left her chamber.