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I walked to the other end of the room, and began folding a blouse. "You'd better give your valet another trial," I said. "I'm not a valet. I'm Lady Turnour's maid." "She's in luck to get you." "I'm engaged to wait upon her." "You are stiff! You do the governor's tie." "Sir Samuel's very kind to me." "Well, I'll be kind, too. I'd like nothing better. I'll be a lot kinder than he'd dare to be.
It is Lady Turnour's first experience, though, as a visitor in the "mansions of the great," and when I had been briskly unpacking for half an hour or so, she came in, somewhat subdued by her new emotions.
Make a little extra money in that way if you like, while we're on the road, as you have this talent." She gave him back the book, quite graciously, and the chauffeur began sketching me. In three minutes there I was the "abominable little flirt!" in hat and veil, with Lady Turnour's bag in my hand, quite a neat figure of a motor maid.
"Are you going out?" my brother asked, looking surprised, when I flitted into the dim corridor, with Lady Turnour's blue bag dutifully slipped on my arm. "No," I answered. "I'm hiding. I know that sounds mysterious, or melodramatic, or something silly, but it's only disagreeable. And it's what I want to ask your advice about."
As my hair waves naturally, I've scarcely more than a bowing acquaintance with a curling-iron; but luckily for me I always did Cousin Catherine's when she wanted to look as beautiful as she felt; and though my hands trembled with nervousness, I not only "ondulated" Lady Turnour's transformation without burning it up, but I added it to her own locks in a manner so deft as to make me want to applaud myself.
"I thought of asking your ladyship and Sir Samuel if there would be any objection to my sending that to a Society motoring paper, and labelling it 'Sir Samuel and Lady Turnour's new sixty-horse-power Aigle on tour in Provence. Or, if you would prefer my not using your name, I " "I see no reason why you should not use it," her ladyship cut in hastily, "and I'm sure Sir Samuel won't mind.
Enemie; but coaxings and arguments produced boiled eggs, goats' milk, and confiture, which I added to the repast, and carried up to Lady Turnour's room. No definite plans had been made even then; but harassed Sir Samuel told his chauffeur to engage a boat, and have it ready "in case her ladyship had a whim to go in it."
Nothing ever tasted better since my "birthday feasts" as a child, when I was allowed to order my own dinner. My room being on the first floor, though separated by a labyrinth of quaint passages from Lady Turnour's, there was danger in a corridor conversation with Mr.
"It won't for Lady Turnour's. But it may have to, and in that case she will probably snap yours off." "Cousin Catherine has often told me it was of no use to me, except to show my hair. But aren't there hotels in the gorge of the Tarn?" "There are in summer, but they're not open yet, and the inns well, if Fate casts us into one, Lady Turnour will have a fit.
"You're twenty, at most, and Lady Turnour's forty-five, at least," said my brother. "You can stand the pinch of Mistral; but the inside of that noble old pile is enough to turn the hair gray. It would be much more original to let your imagination draw the picture." "Then I will!" I cried, knowing that nothing pleases a man more in a girl than taking his advice.
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