"Do you come every week to see Mrs Pomfret?"
"Yes, sir, every Thursday, only when she's got to go out with Miss Donnithorne."
"And she's teaching you something, is she?"
"Yes, sir, the lace-mending as she learnt abroad, and the stocking-mending—it looks just like the stocking, you can't tell it's been mended; and she teaches me cutting-out too."
"What, are you going to be a lady's-maid?"
"I should like to be one very much indeed." Hetty spoke more audibly now, but still rather tremulously; she thought, perhaps she seemed as stupid to Captain Donnithorne as Luke Britton did to her.
"I suppose Mrs Pomfret always expects you at this time?"
"She expects me at four o'clock. I'm rather late to-day, because my aunt couldn't spare me; but the regular time is four, because that gives us time before Miss Donnithorne's bell rings."
"Ah, then, I must not keep you now, else I should like to show you the Hermitage. Did you ever see it?"
"No, sir."
"This is the walk where we turn up to it. But
