Eliza followed her out into the yard.
"I had better not stay to tea," said she, "there won't be room." "Oh yes, there will; I have a headache, so I'm not going into the dining-room." "Then I won't stay.

I would rather come some night when you are there." "How handsome your dress looks! You are getting quite a fine lady, Eliza." "My dress!" said Eliza, looking down at it.

It seemed to her so long since she thought of it.

"Yes," she continued, stroking it, "it looks very nicely, doesn't it ?" Sophia assented heartily.

She liked the girl's choice of clothes; they seemed to remove her from, and set her far above, the commoner people who frequented the hotel.
"You're very tired, Miss Sophia, I can see; and it's no wonder after last night.