Poor as he is, he didn't forget a servant or a child in the house, and not a soul here, from the French laundrywoman to Miss Norton forgot him.

I was so glad of that.
They got up a masquerade, and had a gay time New Year's Eve.

I didn't mean to go down, having no dress.

But at the last minute, Mrs.Kirke remembered some old brocades, and Miss Norton lent me lace and feathers.

So I dressed up as Mrs.Malaprop, and sailed in with a mask on.