Drusilla threw herself into the white draperied easy chair, before the blazing wood-fire, and then inquired—
“Can I have breakfast for myself and my attendant served here?”
“Oh, yes, ma’am, certainly,” assented the woman, in what seemed to be her stereotyped phrase.
“Then I would like to have it soon, if you please,” said Drusilla.
The girl went away to execute her orders.
Drusilla, left alone with her nurse, laid off her bonnet, and bathed her face and hands and arranged her hair.
While engaged in this refreshing process, she overheard voices speaking in the parlor she had just left.
They appeared to belong to Dick and his companions, and they seemed to be discussing with the landlord the speediest manner in which to prosecute their journey.
“You say the new Bee-line of coaches across country is started, landlord?” spoke Dick.
“Yes, sir; started on Monday. The road was first opened on Saturday.”