Did not a you see it, Mary
Queence? It was the doctor's carriage, and Mrs. Jolks, and that eempudent
faylow, young Jolks, staring up to the window, and Mademoiselle she come in
soche shocking deshabille to show herself knocking at the window. 'Twould
be very nice thing, Mary Queence, don't you think?'
I was sitting now on the bedside, crying in mere despair. I did not care to
dispute or to resist. Oh! why had rescue come so near, only to prove that
it could not reach me? So I went on crying, with a clasping of my hands and
turning up of my eyes, in incoherent prayer. I was not thinking of Madame,
or of Mary Quince, or any other person, only babbling my anguish and
despair helplessly in the ear of heaven.
'I did not think there was soche fool. Wat _enfant gate_! My dear cheaile,
wat a can you _mean_ by soche strange language and conduct? Wat for should
a you weesh to display yourself in the window in soche 'orrible deshabille
to the people in the doctor's coach?'
'It was _Cousin Knollys_--Cousin Knollys. Oh, Cousin Knollys! You're
gone--you're gone--you're _gone_!'
'And if it was Lady Knollys' coach, there was certainly a coachman and a
footman; and whoever has the coach there was young gentlemen in it.
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