I awoke suddenly in the morning, and sat up in my bed, having for a moment
forgotten all about our travelling. A moment more, however, brought all
back again.
'Are we in time, Madame?'
'For the packet?' she enquired, with one of her charming smiles, and
cutting a caper on the floor. 'To be sure; you don't suppose they would
forget. We have two hours yet to wait.'
'Can we see the sea from the window?'
'No, dearest cheaile; you will see't time enough.
'I'd like to get up,' I said.
'Time enough, my dear Maud; you are fatigued; are you sure you feel quite
well?'
'Well enough to get up; I should be better, I think, out of bed.'
'There is no hurry, you know; you need not even go by the next packet. Your
uncle, he tell me, I may use my discretion.'
'Is there any water?'
'They will bring some.'
'Please, Madame, ring the bell.'
She pulled it with alacrity. I afterwards learnt that it did not ring.
'What has become of my gipsy pin?' I demanded, with an unaccountable
sinking of the heart.
'Oh! the little pin with the red top? maybe it 'as fall on the ground; we
weel find when you get up.
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