Richard sternly told her she was acting like a fool, and ordered her to show him where Miss Pauline's room was, that he might take her to it.
"But her room isn't ready," ejaculated Ann, coming to herself, which was a wretched thing to come to, as poor Richard found.
"Not ready?
well, make it ready, then.

Go before me and open the windows, and I will put her on the sofa till you have the bed ready for her." "The sofa--oh, Mr.Richard, it's all full of her dear clothes that have come up from the wash." "Well, then, take them off--idiot--and do as you are told." "Oh, Miss Pauline--oh, my poor, dear lamb.

Oh, I'm all in a flutter; I don't know what to do.

I'd better call the cook." "Well, call the cook, then," said Richard, groaning, "only tell her to be quick." All this time Richard was supporting me up the stairs.

As we reached the top, Richard called out, "Tell Peter I want him at once, to take a message for me." Ann was watching our progress up the stairs, with groans and ejaculations, forgetting that she was to call the cook.