She had a pitiful bit of pleasure in the gratification she imparted to Danvers, by informing her that the journey of the day was backward to Copsley.
'If I may venture to say so, ma'am, I am very glad,' said her maid.
'You must be prepared for the questions of lawyers, Danvers.' 'Oh, ma'am! they'll get nothing out of me, and their wigs won't frighten me.' 'It is usually their baldness that is most frightening, my poor Danvers.' 'Nor their baldness, ma'am,' said the literal maid; 'I never cared for their heads, or them.

I've been in a Case before.' 'Indeed!' exclaimed her mistress; and she had a chill.
Danvers mentioned a notorious Case, adding, 'They got nothing out of me.' 'In my Case you will please to speak the truth,' said Diana, and beheld in the looking-glass the primming of her maid's mouth.

The sight shot a sting.
'Understand that there is to be no hesitation about telling the truth of what you know of me,' said Diana; and the answer was, 'No, ma'am.' For Danvers could remark to herself that she knew little, and was not a person to hesitate.

She was a maid of the world, with the quality of faithfulness, by nature, to a good mistress.
Redworth's further difficulties were confined to the hiring of a conveyance for the travellers, and hot-water bottles, together with a postillion not addicted to drunkenness.

He procured a posting-chariot, an ancient and musty, of a late autumnal yellow unrefreshed by paint; the only bottles to be had were Dutch Schiedam.