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Lady Turnour, however, who regretted having missed the smart ball for the great world, given a few nights before, determined that people should be forced to appreciate her wealth and position; and the wardrobe of Solomon in all his glory could hardly have produced anything to exceed her gold tissue, diamanté.
Lady Turnour gave me a pile of stockings to look over, lest Satan should find some more ornamental use for my idle hands; so I asked Mr. Dane for his socks too; and pretended that I should consider it a slight upon my skill if he refused. That was our last night at Avignon, and early in the morning I packed for Arles, where we would sleep.
Lady Turnour had lately quarrelled with a maid and dismissed her, Lady Kilmarny told me. Lady Kilmarny believed that this was the honeymoon of the newly married pair, and that, after having paused on the wing at Cannes, for a little billing and cooing, they intended to pursue their travels in France for some weeks, before returning to settle down in England.
I tried to console myself, though, by reflecting that, if I were careful, I ought to be able to avoid the duchess. The ways of great ladies and little maids lie far apart in grand houses and "There is going to be a servants' ball to-morrow night," announced Lady Turnour, while my thoughts struggled out of the slough of despond. "And I want you to be the best dressed one there, for my credit.
However, it's too late to change that now. And if you don't show me your thumb, I'll have hysterics instantly, and perhaps be discharged by Lady Turnour on the spot." At this awful threat, which I must have looked terribly capable of carrying out, he obeyed without a word.
I hope the good lady didn't hear, but my friends tell me I talk as if I were yellin' through a megaphone, so I'm afraid she got the news." "What did you do?" I gasped. "Do? I jumped up as if I'd been shot, and trotted over to ask you to dance. But I expect it will get about." Now I knew why Lady Turnour had glared. Poor woman! I was really sorry for her on this, her happy night!
It was a great strain for a heavy car, and the chauffeur only said, "I thought so!" when a chain snapped five or six miles farther on. "What a good thing Lady Turnour isn't here!" said I, as he doctored the wounded Aigle. "Lots of girls would be in a blue funk," said he. "I could shake that beastly woman for not taking you with her." "Oh!" I exclaimed. "When I'm not doing you any harm!"
Luckily Lady Turnour, sitting inside her cage, on the side of the rock wall we were following up the mountains, could not see that unpleasant drop under the shelf, or even quite realize that she was on a shelf at all. Her husband sat down by her side, more quietly than he had got up, even forgetting to shut the window; but he was soon reminded of that duty.
It was easier to say we ought to go, however, than to induce Lady Turnour to get into the car again, after all she had endured, and after that "bearding" which evidently rankled still. "Come, come, that's my brave little darling!" we heard Sir Samuel coo to her, and dared not meet each other's eyes.
I thought of what he would do when he recognized me, and what Lady Turnour would say, and Sir Samuel. And although I couldn't see exactly what good he could do in such a situation, I wished vaguely that my brother the chauffeur were on the spot. Then suddenly, with a wild rush of joy, I remembered that I was facing the danger through my little talc window.
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