"Yes mum," said she, quietly, as she went on arranging my hair.
"Do you believe them, Rachel?" I asked, after a short pause.
"No, Miss, not all. You know when a lot of servants gets together, they like to talk about their betters; and some, for a bit of swagger, likes to make it appear as though they knew more than they do, and to throw out hints and things, just to astonish the others. But I think, if I was you, Miss Helen, I'd look very well before I leaped. I do believe a young lady can't be too careful who she marries."
"Of course not," said I—"but be quick, will you, Rachel? I wan't to be dressed."
And indeed, I was anxious to be rid of the good woman, for I was in such a melancholy frame I could hardly keep the tears out of my eyes while she dressed me. It was not for Lord Lowborough—it was not for Annabella—
