"No; that's the odd thing. I wrote, for M'Vie has no fear of
infection, and poor Camilla is always calling for her, and that
French maid has thought proper to fall ill, and we don't know what
to do. Upper housemaid cut and run in a panic, cook dead drunk last
night, not a servant in the house to be trusted. If it were not for
my man Victor I don't know where I should be. Very odd what that
child is about. Lady Susan can't be keeping it from her.
Unjustifiable!"
"She is with Lady Susan Strangeways?"
"Yes. Went with Bee and Conny. I was glad, for we can't afford to
despise a good match, though I _was_ sorry for your brother."
"Do I understand you that she is engaged to Mr. Strangeways?"
"No, no; not yet. One always hears those things before they are
true, and you see they are keeping her from us as if she belonged to
them already. I call it unfeeling! I have just been to the post to
see if there's a letter! Can't be anything wrong in the address,--
Revelrig, Cleveland, Yorkshire."
"Why don't you telegraph?"
"I shall, if I don't hear to-morrow morning.
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