If it
was Lady Knollys' carriage it would 'av been _worse_ than the doctor.'
'It is no matter--it is all over. Oh, Cousin Monica, your poor Maud--where
is she to turn? Is there no help?'
That evening Madame visited me again, in one of her sedate and moral moods.
She found me dejected and passive, as she had left me.
'I think, Maud, there is news; but I am not certain.'
I raised my head and looked at her wistfully.
'I think there is letter of _bad_ news from the attorney in London.'
'Oh!' I said, in a tone which I am sure implied the absolute indifference
of dejection.
'But, my dear Maud, if't be so, we shall go at once, you and me, to join
Meess Millicent in France. La belle France! You weel like so moche! We
shall be so gay. You cannot imagine there are such naice girl there. They
all love a me so moche, you will be delight.'
'How soon do we go?' I asked.
'I do not know. Bote I was to bring in a case of eau de cologne that came
this evening, and he laid down a letter and say:--"The blow has descended,
Madame! My niece must hold herself in readiness." I said, "For what,
Monsieur?" _twice_; bote he did not answer.
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