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Therewith my father, drawing his dressing-robe round him in more stately folds, followed Mrs. Primmins upstairs into a room very carefully darkened. "How are you, my dear?" said my father, with compassionate tenderness, as he groped his way to the bed. A faint voice muttered: "Better now, and so happy!" And at the same moment Mrs.
Primmins have related the facts to me sufficiently often to make me as well acquainted with them as those worthy witnesses themselves.
It was not till my mother remembered that if she did not see herself that my bed was well aired I should certainly lose the use of my limbs, and therefore disappeared with Primmins and a pert chambermaid, who seemed to think we gave more trouble than we were worth, that I told my father of my new acquaintance with Mr. Trevanion. He did not seem to listen to me till I got to the name "Trevanion."
I mused and mused and mused; and the candle went out, and the moonlight grew broader and stiller; till at last I was sailing in a balloon with Uncle Jack, and had just tumbled into the Red Sea, when the well-known voice of Nurse Primmins restored me to life with a "God bless my heart! the boy has not been in bed all this 'varsal night!"
"Poor dear woman," said my father, with great compassion. "So soon, too so rapidly," he resumed, in a tone of musing surprise. "Why, it is but the other day we were married!" "Bless my heart, sir," said Mrs. Primmins, much scandalized, "it is ten months and more." "Ten months!" said my father with a sigh.
"But Miss Vancourt," interrupted Mrs. Keeley, who had been listening to her friend's flow of language in silent wonder, "She don't eat an' drink like that, do she?" "Miss Maryllia, bless 'er 'art, sits at her table like a little queen," said Mrs. Spruce, with emotion "Primmins sez she don't eat scarce nothin', and don't say much neither.
Primmins opened the door to them with his usual well-trained and imperturbable demeanour. "Miss Vancourt is not at home?" began Roxmouth tentatively. "Miss Vancourt has left for the Continent, my lord," replied Primmins, sedately. Longford exchanged a swift glance with his patron. The latter gave a slight, weary shrug of his shoulders. "Miss Bourne." began Longford then. "Miss Bourne and Mr.
Maryllia took a glass of port wine from the tray which Primmins handed to her, and gave it herself to old Josey. Her mind had entirely grasped the situation, despite the prolix nature of Bainton's discourse. A group of historic old trees were to be felled by the agent's orders at six o'clock the next morning unless she prevented it. That was the sum total of the argument.
Primmins looks much too staid and respectable to think of such a thing." She laughed merrily, and Mrs. Spruce for the life of her could not help laughing too. The picture of Primmins condescending to indulge in a game of 'nose and straw' was too grotesque to be considered with gravity. "Well I never, Miss!" she ejaculated "You do put things that funny!"
I was never weary of playing, at dominos with Mrs. Primmins, and I slept with the box under my pillow. "Ah!" said my father one day, when he found me ranging the ivory parallelograms in the parlor, "ah! you like that better than all your playthings, eh?" "Oh, yes, papa!" "You would be very sorry if your mamma were to throw that box out of the window and break it for fun."
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