CHAPTER III.
KILIAN.
You are well made--have common sense, And do not want for impudence.
_Faust_.
_Tanto buen die val niente.
Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l'admire_.
The packages finally ceased coming and the stiff old bell from being pulled; but only half an hour before the carriage drove to the door that was to take me to the boat.

Ann Coddle was flying up and down the stairs, and calling messages over to Peter in a shrill voice.

She was not designed by nature for a lady's maid, and was a very disagreeable person to have about one's room.

She made me even more nervous than I should otherwise have been.

I had never packed a trunk before, or had one packed, and might have thought it a very simple piece of business if Ann had not made such a mountain of it; packing every tray half a dozen times over, and going down-stairs three times about every article that was to come up from the laundry.
Happily she was not to go with me any farther than the boat.