I'll come and help you later." The maid said nothing.

Her lips seemed tightly compressed.

She stepped into the hall, and spoke peremptorily to the white-capped parlourmaid who stood bewildered among the trunks.
"Have those boxes--" she pointed to four--two large American Saratogas, and two smaller trunks--"carried up to her ladyship's room.

The other two can go into mine." "Miss!" whispered the agitated maid in Nora's ear, "we'll never get any of those boxes up the top-stairs.

And if we put them four into her ladyship's room, she'll not be able to move." "I'll come and see to it," said Nora, snatching up a bag.