“But, Philip,” said Mrs. Price, “I’ll hold the jug—you’ll be late with your message to your mother; we’ll not detain you any longer.”
Philip departed, and as he went out of the garden-wicket, he looked up, and saw Bab and her maid Betty staring out of the window, as usual. On this, he immediately turned back to try whether he had shut the gate fast, lest the guinea-hen might stray out, and fall again into the hands of the enemy.
Miss Barbara, in the course of this day, felt considerable mortification, but no contrition. She was vexed that her meanness was discovered, but she felt no desire to cure herself of any of her faults. The ball was still uppermost in her vain, selfish soul. “Well,” said she to her confidante, Betty, “you hear how things have turned out; but if Miss Somers won’t think of asking me to go out with her, I’ve a notion I know who will. As papa says, it’s a good thing to have two strings to one’s bow.”
Now, some officers, who were quartered at Shrewsbury, had become acquainted with Mr. Case. They had gotten into some quarrel with a tradesman of the town, and Attorney Case had promised to bring them through the affair, as the man threatened to take the law of them. Upon the faith of this promise, and with the vain hope that, by civility, they might dispose him to bring in a reasonable bill of costs, these officers sometimes invited Mr. Case to the mess; and one of them, who had lately been married, prevailed upon his bride sometimes to take a little notice of Miss Barbara. It was with this lady that Miss Barbara now hoped to go to the harpers’ ball.
“The officers and Mrs. Strathspey, or, more properly, Mrs. Strathspey and the officers, are to breakfast here, to-morrow, do you know,” said Bab to Betty. “One of them dined at the Abbey, to-day, and told papa that they’d all come. They are going out on a party, somewhere into the country, and breakfast here on their way. Pray, Betty, don’t forget that Mrs. Strathspey can’t breakfast without honey. I heard her say so myself.”
“Then, indeed,” said Betty, “I’m afraid Mrs. Strathspey will be likely to go without her breakfast here; for not a spoonful of honey have we, let her long for it ever so much.”
“But, surely,” said Bab, “we can contrive to get some honey in the neighbourhood.”
“There’s none to be bought, as I know of,” said Betty.
“But is there none to be begged or borrowed?” said Bab, laughing. “Do you forget Susan’s beehive? Step over to her in the morning with my compliments, and see what you can do. Tell her it’s for Mrs. Strathspey.”
In the morning Betty went with Miss Barbara’s compliments to Susan, to beg some honey for Mrs. Strathspey, who could not breakfast without it. Susan did not like to part with her honey, because her mother loved it, and she therefore gave Betty but a small quantity. When Barbara saw how little Susan sent, she called her a miser, and she said she must have some more for Mrs. Strathspey. “I’ll go myself and speak to her. Come with me, Betty,” said the young lady, who found it at present convenient to forget her having declared, the day that she sucked up the broth, that she never would honour Susan with another visit. “Susan,” said she, accosting the poor girl, whom she had done everything in her power to injure, “I must beg a little more honey from you for Mrs. Strathspey’s breakfast. You know, on a particular occasion such as this, neighbours must help one another.”