“You are very silly, Miss Evelyn,” she said. “You will have to submit to her ladyship. You are only a very young girl, and you will find that you cannot fight against her.”
Evelyn now covered her face with her handkerchief, and her sobs became distressful.
“Come, dear, come!” said Jasper not unkindly; “let me help you to get into your clothes.”
But Evelyn pushed her devoted maid away with vigorous hands.
“Don’t touch me. I hate you!” she said.—“Oh mothery, mothery, why did you die and leave me? Oh, your own little Evelyn is so wretched!”
“Now, really, Miss Evelyn, I am angry with you. You are a silly child! You can dress and go down-stairs and have as nice a breakfast as you please. I heard them talking in the breakfast-room as I went by. They were such a merry party!”
“Much they care for me!” said Evelyn.
“Well, they don’t naturally unless you go and make yourself pleasant. But there, Miss Evelyn! if you don’t get up, I cannot do without my breakfast, so I am going down to the servants’ hall.”
“Oh! could not you bring me up a little bit of something, Jasper—even bread—even dry bread? I don’t mind how stale it is, for I am quite desperately hungry.”
“Well, I’ll try if I can smuggle something,” said Jasper; “but I do not believe I can, all the same.”