Remember, he's not to come into the drawing-room.

Mrs.Bundle, will you see to that?
Miss Blomfield, will you kindly speak to Signor Rigi when he comes to-morrow--" "Certainly, Mrs.Ascott," interposed the governess.
"-- about that piece of Maria's?
She doesn't seem to get on with it a bit." "No, Mrs.Ascott." "And I'm sure she's been practising it for a long time." "Yes, Mrs.Ascott." [Illustration: "Bless me, there's that dog!"] "Mr.Ascott says it makes his hand quite unsteady when he's shaving in the morning, to hear her always break off at one place." The lines of harass on Miss Blomfield's countenance deepened visibly, and her crochet-needle trembled in her hand, whilst a despondent stolidity settled on Maria's face.
"Certainly, Mrs.Ascott.

I'm very glad you've spoken.

Thank you for mentioning it, Mrs.Ascott.It has distressed me very greatly, and been a great trouble on my mind for some time.

I spoke very seriously to Maria last Sabbath on the subject" (symptoms of sniffling on poor Maria's part).