? ? ? ? It was a woman's voice, too. I was not long in recollecting Mrs. Steerforth's little parlour-maid, who had formerly worn blue ribbons in her cap. She had taken them out now, to adapt herself, I suppose, to the altered character of the house; and wore but one or two disconsolate bows of sober brown.
? ? ? ? 'If you please, sir, would you have the goodness to walk in, and speak to Miss Dartle?'
? ? ? ? 'Has Miss Dartle sent you for me?' I inquired.
? ? ? ? 'Not tonight, sir, but it's just the same. Miss Dartle saw you pass a night or two ago; and I was to sit at work on the staircase, and when I saw you pass again, to ask you to step in and speak to her.'
? ? ? ? I turned back, and inquired of my conductor, as we went along, how Mrs. Steerforth was. She said her lady was but poorly, and kept her own room a good deal.
? ? ? ? When we arrived at the house, I was directed to Miss Dartle in the garden, and left to make my presence known to her myself.
Pages:
1054
1055
1056
1057
1058
1059
1060
1061
1062
1063
1064
1065
1066
1067
1068
1069
1070
1071
1072
1073
1074
1075
1076
1077
1078