Ida made haste to assure them that she did not need any amusement, that

she preferred to be quiet, and that she hoped her cousin Joseph would

not take any trouble on her account. At this point Mr. Heron and his

elegant son came in, a bell was rung, and the two servants came up for

family prayers. Ida noticed that both the maids looked bored and

discontented, and that the "parlour maid," a mere bit of a girl,

appeared to be tired out. Mr. Heron read a portion of Scripture and

offered up a long prayer in a harsh and rasping voice, with the manner

of a judge pronouncing a sentence of seven years; and as the servants

were leaving the room, called them back, and remarked sternly: "I notice in the housekeeping book that a larger quantity of candles

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than usual has been used during the past week, and I fear that there

has been grievous waste of this useful article. Do not let it occur

again."

The servants went out suddenly, and Mrs. Heron suggested, much to Ida's

relief, that Ida would no doubt like to go to bed.

While Ida was brushing her hair and fighting against the natural fit of

depression caused by her introduction to this cheerful household, there

came a knock at the door, and she admitted Mrs. Heron. That lady was in

a soiled dressing-gown, bought at a sale and quite two sizes too large

for her, and with a nervous flush, she took from under this capacious

garment a small decanter of wine.

"I thought you might like a little, my dear," she said, as Ida eyed it

with astonishment. "Of course we are all total abstainers here, but we

keep a little in the house for medicinal purposes, unknown to John; and

it's a great comfort sometimes when you're tired and in low spirits.

Let me give you a glass."

Ida would have liked to have accepted it, and was sorry that her

refusal seemed to disappoint Mrs. Heron, who retired as nervously as

she had entered. A few minutes afterwards, before Ida had got over her

astonishment at the incident, there came another knock at the door, and

Isabel entered in a dressing-gown which was own sister to Mrs. Heron's.

"I thought there might be something you wanted," she said, her bold

eyes wandering over Ida curiously, and then roaming to the contents of

Ida's dressing-bag which glittered and shone on the dressing-table.

"What long hair you have! Do you brush it every night? I don't mine,

not every night; it's too much trouble. Are the tops of all those

things real silver? What a lot of money they must have cost! What a

pretty _peignoir_ you have on: is it real lace? Yes, I see it is. You

have nice things!" with an envious sigh. "Don't you ever have more

colour than you've got now? Or perhaps it's because you're tired. You

must be quite knocked up, when I come to think of it." She dropped her

voice and glanced round cautiously. "Would you like to have a little

brandy-and-water? I've got same in my room--of course the rest don't

know anything about it, father's teetotal mad--but I keep a little for

when I'm tired and down in the mouth; and when I run out I get some

from Joseph's room. Of course, he isn't a total abstainer. I daresay

you guessed that directly you saw him to-night, and weren't taken in by

his 'late at the office' business?"




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