"
The maid said nothing, but a tear fell on one of Kitty's night-dresses.
"And you remember the green garibaldi--last week? I just loathed
it--because you'd forgotten that little black rosette."
"No!" said Blanche, looking up; "your ladyship had never ordered it."
"I did--I did! But never mind. Two of my friends have wanted to copy it,
Blanche. They wouldn't believe it was done by a maid. They said it had
such style. One of them would engage you to-morrow if you really want to
go--"
A silence.
"But you won't go, Blanchie, will you?" said Kitty's silver voice. "I'm
a horrid fiend, but I did get Mr. Ashe to help your young man--and I did
care about your poor brother--and--and--" she stroked the girl's arm--"I
do look rather nice when I'm dressed, don't I? You wouldn't like a great
gawk to dress, would you?"
"I'm sure I don't want to leave your ladyship," said the girl, choking.
"But I can't have no more--"
"No more ructions?" said Kitty, meditating. "H'm, of course that's
serious, because I'm made so. Well, now, look here, Blanchie, you won't
give me warning again for a fortnight, whatever I do, mind.
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