One of the men-servants came in.
"Go upstairs and ask my maid for my work," she said, sharply.

Even the man was taken by surprise: it was her habit to speak to the servants with a gentleness and consideration which had long since won all their hearts.

"Do you hear me ?" she asked, impatiently.

The servant bowed, and went out on his errand.

She turned to Horace with flashing eyes and fevered cheeks.
"What a comfort it is," she said, "to belong to the upper classes! A poor woman has no maid to dress her, and no footman to send upstairs.