"She don't understand!" said the polite young lady.
"You do not get on with your proverb at this rate," he went on, glancing at Matilda, whose cheek gave token of some understanding.
"Stupid!" said Judy, returning to her charge and play,—"don't you understand that when that dish is used I wash it myself? And what claret glasses were they? I'll be bound they are the yellow set with my crest?"
"Those are the ones," Satinalia assented.
"That is what it is to have things! My life is one trouble. Satinalia!"—
"Ma'am."
"I haven't got my diamond bracelet on."
"No, ma'am; I do not see it."
"Well, go and see it. Find it and bring it to me. I want it on with this dress."
Matilda being instructed in this part of her duties, reported that she could not find the bracelet. The jewel box was ordered in, and examined, with a great many lamentations and conjectures as to the missing article. Finally the supposed owner declared she must write immediately to her jewellers to know if they had the bracelet, either for repair or safe keeping. Satinalia was despatched for a writing desk; and then for a candle.