"My dear Marchioness,"" continued Vivian, "see there—I've kept my promise—there's your bracelet. How's Julie to-day?"
"Oh! Julie, poor dear, I hope she's better."
"Oh! yes, poor Julie! I think she's better."
"I don't know that, Miss Graves," said her Ladyship somewhat tartly, not at all approving of a toadey thinking. "I'm afraid that scream last night must have disturbed her. Oh dear! Mr. Grey, I'm afraid she'll be ill again."
Miss Graves looked mournful, and lifted up her eyes, and hands, to Heaven, but did not dare to speak this time.
"I thought she looked a little heavy about the eyes this morning," said the Marchioness, apparently very agitated; "and I've heard from Eglamour this post; he 's not well too—I think every body's ill now—he 's caught a fever going to see the ruins of Pæstum: I wonder why people go to see ruins!"
