“Once again, I must repeat, what will not money effect,” said Lady Georgina. She tapped her fingers playfully on the ivory handle of a large fan which she wore at her waist.
“Come,” she said, turning to Nance, “you must put on your dress before the evening. Let me help you to do it now.”
“I don’t want to,” said Nance, somewhat lazily.
“But, my dear child, you must. Some trifling alteration may be necessary. Besides, I have come over to make myself useful, and useful I must be made. You will like to see the modern Dame Rowton when she is rigged out,” continued Lady Georgina, turning to Rowton. “We will ring for you when we are ready to show you the exhibition.”
Nance rose to accompany Lady Georgina to her dressing-room. On the way there she suddenly stopped.
“Now, what is the matter?” asked that good lady.
“Nothing,” said Mrs. Rowton; “only sometimes I am sick of so much dress and so much money.” There was a wistful and very sad tone in her voice.
“Dear me, child, you would be much more sick if you had not got the dress and the money,” replied Lady Georgina in her brusque voice. “Don’t quarrel with your lot, Nancy,” she added. “Take the goods the gods give you with a thankful heart. There are few women so blessed.”
They entered the dressing-room, and Nancy shut the door.