_She_ has not even done that as yet." Then Mrs.Prency returned to the sewing-room and chatted a little while with the new seamstress about the work in hand.

Eleanor joined them in a few moments, and the mental condition of the atmosphere became somewhat less cloudy than before, when suddenly a stupid servant, who had only just been engaged and did not entirely know the ways of the house, ushered directly into the sewing-room Mr.Reynolds Bartram.
Eleanor sprang to her feet, spreading dress-goods, and needles, and spools of silk, and thread, and scissors, and thimbles, all over the floor.

Jane looked up timidly for an instant, and bent her head lower over her work.

But Mrs.Prency received him as graciously as if she were the Queen of England sitting upon her throne, with her royal robes upon her.
"I merely dropped in to see the judge, Mrs.Prency.I beg pardon for intruding upon the business of the day." "I don't suppose he is at home," said the lady.

"You have been at the office ?" "Yes, and I was assured he was here.