"Why one of them said openly at supper the word 'ass,' Miss Wetheral; and another said he couldn't follow his nose without the Lady Countess at his side: they all pity poor Miss Julia, and say she is too good for him."
"I shall tell papa, Taylor."
"Oh, gracious, Miss Wetheral! don't bring me up about such things; I really couldn't appear, upon my oath, before any one, for the world. I must hold my tongue."
"No, speak on, Taylor: you must talk me to sleep."
"Well, indeed, miss! The footman, Number 7, as they call him—for they are called out by number, not by name—has been some years at Bedinfield; and he says the Lady Countess had great power over her husband, the late lord. She was always bland and agreeable to speak to, if nothing offended her, but Number 7 says it was a sight to see her angry. She never forgave any one, and will allow no one to differ with her. Miss Julia is so gentle! that's one thing; she will never offend; but if she ever does, Number 7 says it will be the worse for her."
"How can Number 7 tell any thing, Taylor?"
"Oh! Miss Wetheral, he says things very hard to believe; but no one contradicted him. He says his lady will never part with power till she is in her grave, and that Miss Julia will only lead a quiet life while she gives way. I think my Lady Kerrison and my Lady Ennismore have not done so well, miss, though they are quality. I must say I should like to be first in my own house—I should expect—if my husband—indeed, says I—"
Taylor's words appeared broken, and they gradually became extinct. Christobelle fell asleep during her lengthy speech.