“Yes, girl. Go into the hall and ring the coachman’s bell.”
“Yes, my lady; but oh! please forgive me—what are you going to do?”
“To do, Jane?”
“Yes, my lady. Don’t do anything rash.”
“Oh, no; I shall do nothing rash, Jane,” said the lady, smiling sadly.
“I mean, don’t you go and run away to your father, because perhaps it ain’t so bad as we think.”
“Not so bad as we think, Jane?” said Lady Lisle, drearily.
“No, my lady. You see, it might all be a mistake.”
“Yes, Jane,” said her mistress, looking desolately in the girl’s eyes, while a piteous smile came upon her lips; “as you say, it might all be a mistake. But go now, and do as I bid you.”
“Ye-e-es, my lady.”