CHAPTER X
LADY KNOLLYS REMOVES A COVERLET
Lady Knollys pursued her enquiries.
‘And why does not Madame make your dresses, my dear? I wager a guinea the woman’s a milliner. Did not she engage to make your dresses?’
‘I—I really don’t know; I rather think not. She is my governess—a finishing governess, Mrs. Rusk says.’
‘Finishing fiddle! Hoity-toity! and my lady’s too grand to cut out your dresses and help to sew them? And what does she do? I venture to say she’s fit to teach nothing but devilment—not that she has taught you much, my dear—yet at least. I’ll see her, my dear; where is she? Come, let us visit Madame. I should so like to talk to her a little.’
‘But she is ill,’ I answered, and all this time I was ready to cry for vexation, thinking of my dress, which must be very absurd to
