“Miladi go everywhere fashionable.”
“Oh yes, Mélanie, and I don’t know ’ow ever I shall be able to bear up against it. I feel so exhausted.”
“Oh, miladi does not care herself.”
“What can I do, Mélanie?—I feel so weak!”
“Miladi look very pale.”
“I think I must send for Dr Leadbitter.”
“If miladi would take a little drop of port-wine once or twice in the day.”
“You really think so, Mélanie?”
“Yes truly, miladi.”
“Just like a good creature open that cupboard. I always keep a bottle there in case Sir Jehoshaphat should drop in; you will find a glass. Per’aps there are two. Bring them, Mélanie, and take a glass yourself.”