I purposely omit the address, because I mean to
reside in its vicinity until this storm shall have blown over; and as the
consequences of some of my unhappy entanglements might pursue me even
there, I must only for the present spare you the pain and trouble of
keeping a secret. I am sure that for some little time you will excuse
the girl's silence; in the meantime you shall hear of them, and perhaps
circuitously, from me. Our dear Maud started this morning _en route_ for
her destination, very sorry, as am I, that she could not enjoy first a
flying visit to Elverston, but in high spirits, notwithstanding, at the new
life and sights before her.'
At the door my beloved old friend, Mary Quince, awaited me.
'Am I going with you, Miss Maud?'
I burst into tears and clasped her in my arms.
'I'm not,' said Mary, very sorrowfully; 'and I never was from you yet,
Miss, since you wasn't the length of my arm.'
And kind old Mary began to cry with me.
'Bote you are coming in a few days, Mary Quince,' expostulated Madame. 'I
wonder you are soche fool. What is two, three days? Bah! nonsense, girl.
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