She flushed to her hair, therefore, with mortification as Mrs.Enderby dropped her hand and turned away once more to her sister-in-law.
"How tired you are! you look quite faint.

Allow me to take your bonnet; and do lie down on this couch while I make you a cup of tea.

Hetty must amuse herself with a piece of cake till my little girls come in from their walk.

I have got such a nice governess for them, Amy.

Mark, you know, is gone to Eton." The ladies continued to converse, and Hetty sat forgotten for the moment, eating her cake.