“Not a finer, nor a handsomer, nor a nicer in all Cornwall: and you ought to be fine and pleased to be in the house. And now look here, madam—no more tears, if you please.”
“No, aunt.”
“And you’re always to be nicely dressed, and do your hair well.”
“Yes, aunt.”
“And keep yourself to yourself, madam. Recollect, please, that you’re my niece, staying in the house, and not one of the servants.”
“Yes, aunt.”
The door opened, and the butler put in his head.
“It’s lunch-time now, and I am having the things taken in again.”
“That’s quite right.”
“Do you want to come?”