“Pity,” said Saxa laconically. “Servants ought to be very happy together.”
“I don’t look upon Nurse Elisia as a fellow-servant, miss, and I’m sure she doesn’t as to me.”
“Likely enough. Thinks she is too pretty. There, ’Ria, shall I do?” and Saxa spread out her dress, and swept across the room and back.
“Well done, female peacock!” cried Dana sneeringly.
“You look lovely, miss,” cried Maria. “Pretty?” she continued. “Her pretty? P-f-f! Why, she’s nothing to you two young ladies, only I suppose some people think differently.”
“Eh?” said Dana sharply. “What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, nothing, miss; only I do say it’s a pity some people think so much of white faced nurses.”
“’Ria has a sweetheart, and he has been making eyes at the nurse and wishing he was an interesting invalid,” said Saxa merrily.
“Oh, no indeed, miss,” cried Maria viciously; “but if I had, it isn’t me as would have such goings on.”
“Ah, well, it isn’t my business,” said Saxa carelessly. “Somebody has been paying her attentions then, I suppose; and nurses like them as other people do.”