"There are one or two things I want to get." "Can't I get them, your ladyship ?" "Thank you, Bridget.

I prefer to get them, myself." There was no more to be said.

Bridget produced a bunch of keys, which she surrendered to her mistress, having picked out for her the one required.
Lady O'Moy went up, to come down again the moment that Bridget had disappeared.

The quadrangle was deserted, the household disposed of, and it wanted yet half-an-hour to the time for which the carriage was ordered.

No moment could have been more propitious.