She wept still more, and said, It is sad, very sad, to see matters thus carried!
She took the keys, and wrapped her arms about me; and begged me to excuse her for her message; and would have said more; but Betty's presence awed her, as I saw.
Don't pity me, my dear, said I. It will be imputed to you as a fault. You see who is by.
The insolent wench scornfully smiled: One young lady pitying another in things of this nature, looks promising in the youngest, I must needs say.
I bid her begone from my presence.
She would most gladly go, she said, were she not to stay about me by my mother's order.
It soon appeared for what she staid; for I offering to go up stairs to my apartment when my cousin went from me with the keys, she told me she was commanded (to her very great regret, she must own) to desire me not to go up at present.
Such a bold face, as she, I told her, should not hinder me.
She instantly rang the bell, and in came my brother, meeting me at the door.
Return, return, Miss—no going up yet.