CHAPTER XV.
Morning headaches.—An indignant housekeeper.—A saucy
valet.—Consequences.—Fred leaves England.—Lady A...'s
invitation.—Laura a widow.—Farewell Laura.—Adieu Mabel.—
My guardian's remonstrances.—Parental advice.—Ruined.—
Reflexions.—My relations.
With headaches, heated, irritable, thirsty, worn out, we arose; the men quiet, the women quarrelsome. The women began to dress, some where they had slept, some in the other room. We went down to Lord A..., and awakened him. He went upstairs, and bawled out to the housekeeper (he had rang the bell violently several times without her appearing). "Make us some tea directly," said he. She answered, "I shant,—make it yourself." "I'll dismiss you if you don't." "I ain't going to make, tea for prostitutes," said she, "and we are not going
