I danced several times last night." Polly pursed her mouth into an O; but her face was turned to the fire, and Dorothea did not see it.
"I hope, Miss, you'll tell me about it later on.

But Mrs.Morrish is downstairs declaring that no hen will lay an egg in this weather, to have it snowed up the next moment.

'Not that I blame mun,' she says, 'for I wouldn't do it myself,'"-- here Polly giggled.

"What to find for breakfast she don't know, and never will until I go and help her." Polly departed, leaving her mistress cosy in bed and strangely reluctant to rise and part company with her waking thoughts.
Yes; Dorothea had danced twice again with M.Raoul since her discovery of his boldness.

He had seen her draw the orange curtain over his offence, had sought her again and apologised for, it.