“Yes, she has,” interposed Bridget; “and that is the truth of the matter; and you’ll be a good boy, sir, now won’t you?”
Eugene still paid no attention to her; and Virtue Ann went on, “I’ll not leave you, Master Eugene, don’t you be afeard of it. I’m just talking to while away the time.”
“Where is it that you wish to go?” asked Eugene.
“It’s to Brookline,” interposed Bridget. “To a fine house, where she’ll get lots of wages, and maybe find a nice home for you, me boy, if you’ll be a good, peaceable lad, and let her go quiet-like and aisy.”
“When are you required to be there?” pursued Eugene.
“Never, Master Eugene,” said Virtue Ann hysterically. “I’m not going. It’s only talk.”
“And it’s to-morrow morning her new mistress would like to have her,” said Bridget; “for in the evening she gives a grand dinnerparty, and they’ll be glad of extra help for the waiting.”
“How much do I owe you, Virtue Ann?” asked Eugene.
“Nothing, nothing,” said the girl wildly. “Oh! I don’t know what brought us into this scrape. Bridget, I wish you’d held your tongue.”