I wonder if I could dress for once without her ?" "Do you know old Crabbe ?" said the doctor.
"The dear old man at Abbotstoke?
Oh, yes, of course." "There was a very sad case in his family.

The mother was dying of a lingering illness, when the son met with a bad accident.

The only daughter was a lady's-maid, and could not be spared, though the brother was half crazy to see her, and there was no one to tend them but a wretch of a woman, paid by the parish.

The poor fellow kept calling for his sister in his delirium, and, at last, I could not help writing to the mistress." "Did she let her come ?" said Meta, her cheek glowing.
"As a great favour, she let her set out by the mail train, after dressing her for a ball, with orders to return in time for her toilette for an evening party the next day." "Oh, I remember," said Margaret, "her coming here at five in the morning, and your taking her home." "And when we got to Abbotstoke the brother was dead.

That parish nurse had not attended to my directions, and, I do believe, was the cause of it.