"If you want me before noon, please to ring." "Stop!" said Mollie.

"And, oh, for goodness gracious sake, do tell me where I am!" She held up her hands imploringly--poor, caged little starling! "I am sorry, miss," Sarah said, and her face showed it; "but indeed--indeed I can't! I daren't! I've promised, and my master trusts me.

I can't break my word." She was gone as she spoke, locking the door again, and Mollie got up with a heavy sigh.

She had taken off only her outer garments before lying down; and after washing, and combing out her bright silken hair, she resumed the glittering, bride-like finery of the evening before.
Poor Mollie looked at the silver-shining silk, the cobweb lace, the gleaming, milky pearls, with a very rueful face.
"And I was to have been away on my bridal tour by this time," she thought; "and poor Sir Roger is half mad before this, I know.

Oh, dear! it's very nice to read about young ladies being carried off in this way, but the reading is much nicer than the reality.