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"Thursday morning, then, Mrs. Brobson, remember; the train leaves at seven. You'll have to be very early." "It can't be too early for me." "I'm glad to hear that; I'll go in and take a look at the child asleep, I suppose?" "Yes, sir; fast asleep." He went into the dimly-lighted chamber, not expecting to see that kneeling figure by the cot.
A fire was lighted in the stove, and Bessie brought them a second breakfast of coffee and rolls, and a great basin of bread and milk for young Lovel. The little man ate ravenously, and did not cry for Brobson seemed indeed rather relieved to have escaped from the jurisdiction of that respectable matron.
Brobson was sitting by the fire, making-believe to be busy at needlework, with the under-nurse in attendance a buxom damsel, whose elbows rested on the table as she conversed with her superior. Both looked up in some slight confusion at Clarissa's entrance. They had been talking about her, she thought, but with a supreme indifference.
"I was detained longer than I expected to stay. O, by the bye, you need not mention to Miss Granger that I have been making a call. The people I have been to see are are in humble circumstances; and I don't want her to know anything about it." "I hope I know my duty, ma'am," replied Mrs. Brobson stiffly.
Brobson, the chief nurse; "but I don't think as these gardings is anyways equal to the Tooleries nor to Regent's Park even. When I were in Paris with Lady Fitz-Lubin we took the children to the Tooleries or the Bore de Boulong every day but, law me! the Bore de Boulong were a poor place in those days to what it is now." Clarissa took a couple of turns along one of the walks with Mrs.
No petty household slander could trouble her in her great sorrow. She went on towards the inner room, where her darling slept, the head-nurse following obsequiously with a candle. In the night-nursery there was only the subdued light of a shaded lamp. "Thank you, Mrs. Brobson, but I don't want any more light," Clarissa said quietly. "I am going to sit with baby for a little while.
"You'll take the carriage, won't you, ma'am?" she said, with undisguised astonishment. "No, I shall not want the carriage; it's very near. Be sure you keep baby warm, Mrs. Brobson." Clarissa hurried out into the street. The landau, with its pair of Yorkshire-bred horses, was moving slowly up and down, to the admiration of juvenile Paris, which looked upon Mr.
"I am going back to Arden the day after to-morrow, Brobson," he said; "you will have everything ready, if you please." "O, certainly, sir; we can be ready. And I'm sure I shall rejoice to see our own house again, after all the ill-conveniences of this place." And Mrs. Brobson looked round the handsomely-furnished apartment as if it had been a hovel. "Frenchified ways don't suit me," she remarked.
"It's the very thing I've been thinking of. Heaven knows how it is to be done; but it must be done somehow. And you will come with me, Jane? and you will brave all for me, you good generous girl?" "Lor, ma'am, what do you think I'm frightened of? Not that stuck-up Mrs. Brobson, with her grand airs, and as lazy as the voice of the sluggard into the bargain.
"Yes, I know, but I am not going down to dinner; I have a wretched headache. You can tell Target to say so, if they send for me." "Yes, ma'am; but you'll have something sent up, won't you?" "Not yet; by and by, perhaps, I'll take a cup of tea in my dressing-room. Go and tell Target, please, Mrs. Brobson; Mr. Granger may be waiting dinner."
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