But it is a world of disappointment,
influenza, and rheumatics; and next morning Madame was prostrate in her
bed, and careless of all things but flannel and James's powder.
Madame was _desolee_; but she could not raise her head. She only murmured a
question.
'For 'ow long time, dear, will Lady Knollys remain?'
'A very few days, I believe.'
'Helas! 'ow onlucky! maybe to-morrow I shall be better Ouah! my ear. The
laudanum, dear cheaile!'
And so our conversation for that time ended, and Madame buried her head in
her old red cashmere shawl.
CHAPTER IX
_MONICA KNOLLYS_
Punctually Lady Knollys arrived. She was accompanied by her nephew, Captain
Oakley.
They arrived a little before dinner; just in time to get to their rooms and
dress. But Mary Quince enlivened my toilet with eloquent descriptions of
the youthful Captain whom she had met in the gallery, on his way to his
room, with the servant, and told me how he stopped to let her pass, and how
'he smiled so 'ansom.'
I was very young then, you know, and more childish even than my years; but
this talk of Mary Quince's interested me, I must confess, considerably.
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