Marie lifted an expostulatory hand. What bad manners, thus to dare! But my lady did not seem to notice. "You are from one of the islands?" she began.
"Yes."
"Say 'my Lady'!" broke in the old nurse. "I trust your Ladyship will pardon—"
"Never mind, Marie!" with a quick gesture. "Your aunt tells me you are on your way to Paris?"
"Yes—my Lady!" with the slightest hesitation before the last two words. "To seek a situation as lady's maid!"
"When are you leaving?"
"To-morrow morning, your Ladyship!" interposed Marie quickly.
"So soon?" My lady continued to address the girl. "You have had experience?"
"No, my Lady!"
"Then how can you secure what you wish?"