I refuse to see her!" The servant was still waiting--not like a human being who took an interest in the proceedings, but (as became a perfectly bred footman) like an article of furniture artfully constructed to come and go at the word of command.

Julian gave the word of command, addressing the admirably constructed automaton by the name of "James." "Where is the lady now ?" he asked.
"In the breakfast-room, sir." "Leave her there, if you please, and wait outside within hearing of the bell." The legs of the furniture-footman acted, and took him noiselessly out of the room.

Julian turned to his aunt.
"Forgive me," he said, "for venturing to give the man his orders in your presence.

I am very anxious that you should not decide hastily.

Surely we ought to hear what this lady has to say ?" Horace dissented widely from his friend's opinion.